Where The Blue Of The Night Meets The Gold of the Day
Year 1931
Words and Music by Roy Turk, Bing Crosby and Fred E. Ahlert
De Sylva, Brown and Henderson
745 Seventh Avenue, New York, NY.
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Why must I live in dreams
Of the days I used to know?
Why can't I find real piece of mind,
And return to the long ago?
Mem'ries come back to me Of a sunset behind a hill
Each new born day Takes me away To the place that I long for still
Where the Blue of the Night meets the gold of the day,
Someone waits for me. And the gold of her hair crowns the blue
of her eyes Like a halo, tenderly. If only I could see her
Oh, how happy I would be! Where the Blue of the Night meets the gold of the day,
Someone waits for me.
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