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blessings

I think about a nursery and I picture curly heads
And one by one I count them as they slumber in their beds
If you're worried and you can't
Be Careful, It's My Heart
Bing Crosby
Words and music by Irving Berlin
-From the musical "Holiday Inn"
Sweetheart of mine, I've sent you
Be Careful, It's My Heart
Bing Crosby
Words and music by Irving Berlin
-From the musical "Holiday Inn"
Sweetheart of mine, I've sent you
blessings

I think about a nursery and I picture curly heads
And one by one I count them as they slumber in their beds
If you're worried and you can't
will reveal what I feel in my heart.
It won't have so much of Franz Schubert's touch.
And I can't begin like Irving Berlin.

My song, though a poet
Always
The Ink Spots
Written by Irving Berlin

This version not released as a single
Five versions charted in 1926, two in 1944, and two more in
Irving berlin

Heaven, I'm in heaven
And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak
And I seem to find the happiness I seek
When we're out
Always
The Ink Spots
Written by Irving Berlin

This version not released as a single
Five versions charted in 1926, two in 1944, and two more in
will reveal what I feel in my heart.
It won't have so much of Franz Schubert's touch.
And I can't begin like Irving Berlin.

My song, though a poet
Always
The Ink Spots
Written by Irving Berlin

This version not released as a single
Five versions charted in 1926, two in 1944, and two more in
the innocent
And there it comes oh so wild
That's when you're longing
For a summer by the wall

Summer in Berlin, it's alright
Summer in Berlin, it's ok
your Brahms
Here in America you've got your Fred McDowell
Your Irving Berlin, your Glenn Miller and your Booker T & The M.G.'s

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your Brahms
Here in America you've got your Fred McDowell
Your Irving Berlin, your Glenn Miller and your Booker T & The M.G.'s

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jack in 
I hear the wild girls cry 
Oh neon wind 

Hiroshima mon amour 
You make me weep 
You make me moan 
A thousand suns 
And then you're gone
your Brahms
Here in America you've got your Fred McDowell
Your Irving Berlin, your Glenn Miller and your Booker T & The M.G.'s

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your Brahms
Here in America you've got your Fred McDowell
Your Irving Berlin, your Glenn Miller and your Booker T & The M.G.'s

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Words and music by R. Armand and K. Chater

Just another song about leaving
Another story 'bout the road
And if my going is grieving you
I never said
your Brahms
Here in America you've got your Fred McDowell
Your Irving Berlin, your Glenn Miller and your Booker T & The M.G.'s

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brahms... here in america you've got your fred mcdowell, your irving berlin, your glenn miller, and your booker t & the mg's
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your Brahms
Here in America you've got your Fred McDowell
Your Irving Berlin, your Glenn Miller and your Booker T & The M.G.'s

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High tide, mid afternoon
People fly by, in the traffics boom
Knowing, just where you're blowing
Getting to where you should be going

Don't let
the thoroughfares
Between what is
And what's not there
You know the place
It's not too far away
Let's take a trip
To the Home of the Brave

Forget about
you would imagine
And many times her eyes fought back the tears, yeah, yeah
And when her youthful world was about to fall in

Each time her slender
High tide, mid afternoon
People fly by, in the traffics boom
Knowing, just where you're blowing
Getting to where you should be going

Don't let
a child
Let the rain fall down upon her
She’s a free and gentle flower growin’ wild

And if by chance I should hold her, hold her
Let me, let me hold her