Bugle Call Rag - Live at Philharmonic Hall, Los Angeles, 1944

de Nat King Cole

I can't forget the night I met you,
That's all I'm dreaming of.
Now you call it madness,
But I call it love.


You made a promise to be faithful
By all the stars above.
And now you call it madness,
But I call it love.


My heart is beating,
It keeps repeating for you constantly.
You're all I'm needing
And so I'm pleading,
Please come back to me.


You made a plaything out of romance,
What were you thinking of?
Now you call it madness,
But I call it love.


~interlude~


You made a plaything out of romance,
And what were you thinking of?
For now you call it madness,
But I call it love.

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