Jack Jones
toys in the attic
A time for memories returning,
A time for heartache and yearning,
Shades of blue, crowding through,
as I sit here remembering you.
A time for wondering what happened,
for wondering why did it happen.
No goodbye, not a sigh,
How could love slip away and just dye.
I thought that you, the night, the summertime
were out of sight and out of mind.
Yet here you are the night, the summertime
still in my heart, I was blind.
A time for memories returning,
with too much heartache and yearning,
so I better store these dreams away,
Like broken toys in the attic the memories
of my yesterdays
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- Miscellaneous
- Best Jazz 100
- All to Yourself - Twenty Golden Greats
- 50 Best Jazz
- Men In Jazz 2012
- Call Me Irresponsible (Performed Live On The Ed Sullivan...
- Change Partners (30 Songs - Original Recordings)...
- You Make Me Feel So Young (Original Recordings - Remastered)
- Call Me Irresponsible (Performed Live On The Ed Sullivan...
- The Gershwin Album
- Jack Jones Paints a Tribute to Tony Bennett
- Jack Jones - The Gershwin Album
- Where Love Has Gone / My Kind Of Town
- Jack Jones - The Very Best Of
- Fly Me to the Moon
- Masterjazz: Jack Jones
- The Unforgettable Jack Jones
- Greetings from the Past
- The Best of Me - Jack Jones
- Jack Jones in Christmas Wonderland