Candy Bossa

Love is like a never-ending melody Poets have compared it to a symphony A symphony conducted by the lighting of the moon Our song of love is slightly out of tune Once your kiss has raised me to a fever pitch But now the orchestration doesn't seem so

(Jobim-de Morales-Gimbel) Tall and tan and young and lovely The girl from Ipanema goes walking And when she passes Each one she passes goes a-a-h! When she walks she's like a samba She swings so cool and sways so gentle That when she passes Each one

A stick, a stone, It's the end of the road, It's the rest of a stump, It's a little alone It's a sliver of glass, It is life, it's the sun, It is night, it is death, It's a trap, it's a gun The oak when it blooms, A fox in the brush, A knot in the wo