Love Ella

The moon and you appear to be So near and yet so far from me And here am I on a night in june Reaching for the moon and you, I wonder if we'll ever meet My song of love is incomplete I'm just the words, looking for the tune Reaching for the moon and

My mamma done told me When I was in pigtails My mamma done told me, "hon A man is a two-face He'll give you the big eye And when the sweet talking's done A man is a two-face A worrisome thing who'll leave you to sing The blues in the night." Now

I've wined and dined on Mulligan stew and never wished for turkey As I hitched and hiked and grifted too, from Maine to Albuquerque Alas I missed the Beaux Arts Ball and what is twice as sad I was never at a party where they honored Noel Ca-ad But so

a tisket a tasket, a brown and yellow basket i sent a letter to my mommy, on the way i dropped it i dropped it, i dropped it, yes on the way i dropped it a little girly picked it up and put it in her pocket she was truckin' on down the avenue with no