A Thousand Violins
EVANS, LIVINGSTON
They say, and gypsies know
One day many moons ago
Two lovers knew such bliss
A thousand violins played when they would kiss
And now, like days gone by
When two gypsy lovers sigh
A thousand violins, sighing violins,
Come from the sky
Oh sweet serenade please come to me
I need your aid to make her see
To make those lips that haunt me so,
And taunt me so, want me so
My darling take my heart
And make magic music start
Be still and we may hear
Those thousand violins so near
To make those lips that haunt me so,
And taunt me so, want me so
My darling take my heart
And make magic music start
Be still and we may hear
Those thousand violins so near