Ella Fitzgerald, Joe Pass все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

Old Father Time checked so there'd be no doubt
Called on the north wind to come on out
Then cupped his hands so proudly to shout
"La-de-da de-la-de-dum, 'tis autumn"
The trees say they're tired they bore too much fruit
Charmed all the wayside there's no dispute
Now shedding leaves they don't give a hoot
La-de-da de-la-de-dum, 'tis autumn

I was a stranger in the city
Out of town were the people I knew
I had that feeling of self pity
What to do, what to do, what to do
The outlook was decidedly blue
But as I walked through the foggy streets alone
It turned out to be the luckiest day I've known
A foggy day, in London town

I want a little girl to love a lot
I'd give her everything that I've got
For a little girl who'd fall in love with me

I want a little girl; she may not look
Like the kind in a picture book
But if she can cook, she'll suit me to a T

This is just
A little samba
Built upon
A single note
Other notes
Are sure to follow
But the root
Is still that note

I feel the autumn breeze; it steals cross my pillow
As soft as a will-o'-the-wisp and in its song
There is sadness because there's no you

The lonely autumn trees, how softly they're sighing
'Cause summer is dying; they know that in my heart
There's no gladness because there's no you

I'm a sentimental sap, that's all
What's the use of trying not to fall?
I have no will, you've made your kill
'cause you took advantage of me!

I'm just like an apple on a bough
And you're gonna shake me down somehow
So, what's the use,