
"When our love was new, and each kiss an inspiration.
But that was long ago, and now my consolation is in the stardust of a song"
How many songs can boast that only their verse was recorded by Frank Sinatra? I can only think of this one. Hoagy originally wrote the melody as a ragtime beat; it took Mitchell Parish's haunting lyrics to slow the song down into the amazing ballad it became. A recording of it by Nat King Cole resides in the Smithsonian as one of the 100 American tunes needed to be remembered for all time. And let's not forget that January 6th is Twelfth Night, the Day of Kings.
VERSE
And now the purple dusk of twilight time
Steals across the meadows of my heart
High up in the sky the little stars climb
Always reminding me that we're apart
You wandered down the lane and far away
Leaving me a song that will not die
Love is now the stardust of yesterday
The music of the years gone by
CHORUS
Sometimes I wonder why I spend the lonely nights
Dreaming of a song.
The melody haunts my reverie
And I am once again with you.
When our love was new, and each kiss an inspiration.
But that was long ago, and now my consolation
Is in the stardust of a song.
Beside the garden wall, when stars are bright
You are in my arms
The nightingale tells his fairy tale
Of paradise where roses grew.
Though I dream in vain, in my heart it will remain
My stardust melody
The memory of love's refrain.
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