It Never Was You

It Never Was You
music by Kurt Weill (left)
lyric by Maxwell Anderson (right)

I've been searching through rains and the wind that follows after,
For one certain face and an unforgotten laughter.
I've been following signs; I've been searching through the lands,
For a certain pair of arms and a certain pair of hands.

Yes, I've tried a kiss here and I tried a kiss there,
For when you're out in company, the boys and girls will pair.

But it never was you; it never was anywhere you.

An occasional sunset reminded me; or a flower hanging high on a julep tree;
Or one red star hung low in the west;
Or a heartbreak call from a meadow lark's nest, made me think for a moment,
Maybe it's true, I found him in the star, in the call, in the blue;

But it never was you, it never was anywhere you;
Anywhere, anywhere you...

It Never Entered My Mind

It Never Entered My Mind
music by Richard Rodgers (left)
lyric by Lorenz Hart (right)

I don't care if there's powder on my nose.
I don't care if my hairdo is in place.
I've lost the very meaning of repose.
I never put a mud pack on my face.
Oh, who'd have thought that I walk in a daze now?
I never go to shows at night, but just to matinees now.
I see the show and home I go...

Once I laughed when I heard you saying that I'd be playing solotaire,
Uneasy in my easy chair.
It never entered my mind.

Once you told me I was mistaken, that I'd awaken with the sun
And order orange juice for one.
It never entered my mind...

You have what I lack myself, and now I even have to scratch my back myself...

Once you warned me that if you scorned me
I'd sing the maiden's (lonely) prayer again and wish that you were there again
To get into my hair again...
It never entered my mind.

Once you said in your funny lingo I'd sit at bingo day and night
And never get the numbers right.
It never entered my mind.

Once you told me I'd stay up Sunday to read the Monday-morning dirt
And find your merging with some skirt.
It never entered my mind.

Life is not so sweet alone. The man who came to dinner lets me eat alone.
I confess it---I didn't guess it, that I would sit and mope again
And all the while I'd hope again to see my darling dope again.
It never entered my mind!

You were my barometer, and now my only friend is my thermometer.
I confess it---I didn't guess it, that I would sit and mope again
And all the while I'd hope again to see my darling dope again.
It never entered my mind!

It Might As Well Be Spring

It Might As Well Be Spring
music by Richard Rodgers (left)
lyric by Oscar Hammerstein II (right)

I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm,
I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string!
I'd say that I had spring fever, but I know it isn't spring.

I am starry-eyed and vaguely discontented,
Like a nightingale without a song to sing.
Oh, why should I have spring fever when it isn't even spring?

I keep wishing I were somewhere else, walking down a strange new street,
Hearing words that I have never heard from a man I've yet to meet.

I'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams,
I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing.
I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud or a robin on the wing,
But I feel so gay--in a melancholy way--that it might as well be spring...
It might as well be spring...

It Might As Well Be Spring

It Might As Well Be Spring
music by Richard Rodgers (left)
lyric by Oscar Hammerstein II (right)

I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm,
I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string!
I'd say that I had spring fever, but I know it isn't spring.

I am starry-eyed and vaguely discontented,
Like a nightingale without a song to sing.
Oh, why should I have spring fever when it isn't even spring?

I keep wishing I were somewhere else, walking down a strange new street,
Hearing words that I have never heard from a man I've yet to meet.

I'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams,
I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing.
I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud or a robin on the wing,
But I feel so gay--in a melancholy way--that it might as well be spring...
It might as well be spring...

It Happened In Monterey

It Happened In Monterey
music by Mabel Wayne (left)
lyric by Billy Rose (right)

In my imagination
I'm finding consolation
Somewhere along the Rio Grande.
Sadly, I'm reminiscing.
Madly, again I'm kissing
Someone along the Rio Grande...

It happened in Monterey, a long time ago.
I met her in Monterey, in old Mexico.
Stars and steel guitars and luscious lips as red as wine,
Broke somebody's heart, and I'm afraid that it was mine.

It happened in Monterey, and without thinking twice,
I left her and threw away the key to paradise.
My indiscreet heart longs for the sweetheart that I left in old Monterey.

It Had To Be You

It Had To Be You
music by Isham Jones (left)
lyric by Gus Kahn (right)

Why do I do just as you say?
Why must I just give you your way?
Why do I sigh, why don't I try to forget?
It must have been that something lovers call fate
Kept me saying, "I have to wait."
I saw them all, just couldn't fall 'til we met...

It seems like dreams, like I've always said,
Could be, should be making me glad.
But why am I blue?
It's up to you to explain.

I'm thinking, maybe, Baby, I'll go away.
Some day, some way, you'll come and say,
"It's you that I need," maybe you'll be pleading in vain...

It had to be you, it had to be you,
I wandered around and finally found the somebody who,
Could make me be blue, could make me be true
And even be glad, just to be sad thinking of you...

Some others I've seen, might never be mean,
Might never be cross or try to be boss, but they wouldn't do.
For nobody else gave me a thrill, with all your faults I love you still,
It had to be you, wonderful you, it had to be you.

It Had Better Be Tonight (Meglio Stasera)

It Had Better Be Tonight
music by Henry Mancini (left)
Italian lyric by Franco Modigliani
English lyric by Johnny Mercer (right)

Meglio stasera, Baby, go, go, go!
Or as we natives say, "Fa subito."

If you're ever gonna kiss me, it had better be tonight,
While the mandolins are playing and the stars are bright.
If you've anything to tell me, it had better be tonight,
Or somebody else may tell me and whisper the words just right.

Meglio stasrea, Baby, go, go, go!
Or as we natives say, "Fa subito."

For this poor Americano who knows little of your speech,
Be a nice Italiano and start to teach.
Show me how in old Milano, lovers hold each other tight,
But I warn you, sweet paisano, it had better be tonight.

Meglio stasera, Baby, go, go, go!
Or as we natives say, "Fa subito!"

It Don't Mean A Thing (If It Ain't Got That Swing)

It Don't Mean A Thing (If It Ain't Got That Swing)
music by Duke Ellington (left)
lyric by Irving Mills (right)

What good is a melody, what good is music,
If it ain't possessin' something sweet?
It ain't the melody, it ain't the music.
There's something else that makes the tune complete...

It don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing.
Doowah doo wah, doowah doo wah, doowah doo wah, doowah doo wah!
It don't mean a thing, all you got to do is sing:
Doowah doo wah, doowah doowah, doowah doo wah, doowah doo wah!
It makes no difference if it's sweet or hot.
Just give that rhythm ev'rything you've got.

It don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing.
Doowah doo wah, doowah doo wah, doowah doo wah, doowah doo wah!

It Could Happen To You

It Could Happen To You
music by Jimmy Van Heusen (left)
lyric by Johnny Burke (right)

Hide your heart from sight, lock your dreams at night,
It could happen to you.
Don't count stars or you might stumble,
Someone drops a sigh and down you tumble.

Keep your eye on spring, run when church bells ring,
It could happen to you.
All I did was wonder how your arms would be,
And it happened to me...

It Can't Be Wrong

It Can't Be Wrong
music by Max Steiner
lyric by Kim Gannon

Wrong, would it be wrong to kiss,
Seeing I feel like this,
Would it be wrong to try?

Wrong, would it be wrong to stay
Here in your arms this way,
Under this starry sky?

If it is wrong then why were you sent to me?
Why am I content to be with you forever?

So, when I need you so much
And I have waited so long,
It must be right, it can't be wrong...

It Amazes Me

It Amazes Me
music by Cy Coleman (left)
lyric by Carolyn Leigh (right)

My height, just average.
My weight, just average.
My IQ is like you'd estimate: just average.
But evidently she does not agree.
Consequently, if I seem at sea...

It amazes me, it simply amazes me.
What she sees in me dazzles me, dazes me.
That I've learned to clip my wings and soften my ways,
These are ordinary things unworthy of praise.

Yet, she praises my just knowing I try for, when so many would, if they could,
Die for her.

I'm the one who's worthy, wise and nothing much fazes me,
But to see me in her eyes, it just amazes me...

It All Depends On You

It All Depends On You
music & lyric by B.G. DeSylva, Lew Brown & Ray Henderson (left)

I can be happy, I can be sad,
I can be good or I can be bad,
It all depends on you.

I can be lonely out in a crowd,
I can be humble, I can be proud,
It all depends on you.

I can save money or spend it, go right on living or end it,
You're to blame, honey, for what I do.

I know that I can be beggar, I can be king,
I can be almost any old thing,
It all depends on you...

Isn't This A Lovely Day?

Isn't This A Lovely Day?
music and lyric by Irving Berlin

The weather is frightening; the thunder and lightening seem to be having their way.
But as far as I'm concerned, it's a lovely day.
The turn in the weather will keep us together, so I can honestly say
That as far as I'm concerned, it's a lovely day, and ev'rything's okay...

Isn't this a lovely day to be caught in the rain?
You were going on your way; now you've got to remain.
Just as you were going, leaving me all at sea,
The clouds broke, they broke, and oh, what a break for me!

I can see the sun up high though we're caught in the storm.
I can see where you and I could be cozy and warm.
Let the rain pitter-patter, but it really doesn't matter if the skies are gray;
Long as I can be with you, it's a lovely day...

Isn't It Romantic?

Isn't It Romantic?

music by Richard Rodgers (left)
lyric by Lorenz Hart (right)

I've never met you, yet never doubt, dear, I can't forget you.
I've thought you out, dear.
I know your profile and I know the way you kiss:
Just the thing I miss on a night like this.
If dreams are made of imagination, I'm not afraid of my own creation.
With all my heart, my heart is here for you to take.
Why should I quake?
I'm not awake...

Isn't it romantic?
Music in the night: a dream that can be heard.
Isn't it romantic?
Moving shadows write the oldest magic word.

I hear the breezes playing in the trees above.
While all the world is saying, "You were meant for love."

Isn't it romantic?
Every note that's sung is like a lover's kiss.

Sweet symbols in the moonlight, do you mean that I will fall in love, perchance?
Isn't it romance?

Isn't It A Pity

Isn't It A Pity
music by George Gershwin (left)
lyric by Ira Gershwin (right)

Why did I wander here and there and yonder,
Wasting precious time for no reason or rhyme?
Isn't it a pity, isn't it a crime?
My journey's ended, ev'rything is splendid.
Meeting you today has given me a wonderful idea;
Here I stay!

It's a funny thing; I look at you---
I get a thrill I never knew;
Isn't it a pity we never met before?

Here we are at last! It's like a dream!
The two of us---a perfect team!
Isn't it a pity we never met before?

Imagine all the lonely years we've wasted:
You, with the neighbors---I, at silly labors;
What joys untasted!
You, reading Heine, I, somewhere in China...

Happiest of men I'm sure to be if only you will say to me,
"It's an awful pity, we never, never met before!"

While you were flitting, I was busy knitting.
How did you survive waiting till I'd arrive?
All my Dresden boyfriends were only half-alive.
Sleepy was Hermann, Fritz was like a sermon, Hans was such a bore!
How well I planned it!
I couldn't stand it anymore!

It's a funny thing; I look at you---
I get a thrill I never knew;
Isn't it a pity we never met before?

Here we are at last!
It's like a dream!
The two of us---a perfect team---
For you're more than pretty, and I have charm galore!

Imagine all the lonely years we've wasted:
You, up in Norway---I, around my doorway.
What joys untasted!
If you'd been handy, 'twould have been just dandy!

Isn't it a shame we had to wait?
But thank the Lord it's not too late!
Still, it's such a pity we never, never met before!

Love your funny smile, your twinkling eye.
That's very nice---for---so do I!
Isn't it a pity we never met before?

Put your hand in mine---a perfect fit!
We never knew---just think of it!
Isn't it a pity we never met before?

Imagine all the lonely years I've wasted:
Fishing for salmon, losing at backgammon.
What joys untasted!
My nights were sour spent with Schopenhauer.

Let's forget the past! Let's both agree that I'm for you and you're for me---
And it's such a pity we never, never met before!

He's the only man made life complete; my only love! My bittersweet!
Isn't it a pity we'll never meet again.
That there'd be an end I never feared, but with the dawn he disappeared---
Isn't it a pity we'll never meet again?

It's like the well-known operetta curtain:
Lovers are parted:
She is brokenhearted.
But I am certain fate won't be sending me a happy ending!
He's the only love I ever knew---and---funny thing---
He looked---like---you!
Isn't it a pity we'll never, never meet again?

Is You Is Or Is You Ain't Ma Baby

Is You Is Or Is You Ain't Ma Baby
music by Louis Jordan (top)
Lyric by Billy Austin

I got a gal who is always late,
Any time we have a date,
But I love her, yes, I love her.

I'm gonna walk right up to her gate
And see if I can get it straight,
'Cause I want her.
I'm gonna ask her...

Is you is or is you ain't ma Baby?
The way you're acting lately makes me doubt.
You is still ma Baby, Baby;
Seems my flame in your heart's done gone out.

Now a woman is a creature that has always been strange,
Just when you're sure of one, you'll find she's gone and made a change...

Is you is or is you ain't ma Baby?
Maybe Baby's found somebody new or is ma Baby still ma Baby true...