THERE'S NO YOU

Harold S Hopper / Thomas M Adair / George Durgon   1944

Frank Sinatra w Axel Stordahl & his Orch   
rec Nov 14th 1944 New York


also-
Jo Stafford '45
Frank Sinatra w Gordon Jenkins & his Orch '57
June Christy



I feel the Autumn breeze,
It steals across 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!

The park that we walked in,
The garden we talked in,
How lonesome they seem in the Fall.
Stormy clouds hover
And falling leaves cover
Our favourite nook in the wall.

In Spring we'll meet again;
We'll kiss and recapture
That Summertime rapture
We knew,
And from that day,
Nevermore will I say,
"There's no you!".

In Spring we'll meet again;
We'll kiss and recapture
That Summertime rapture
We knew,
And from that day,
Nevermore will I say,
"There's no you!".





(Contributed by Peter Akers - November 2008)