Today we delve into the Cole
Porter Department
with a chorus and swing tet treatment
of Begin the Beguine.
Well a parlay that can't lose.
Jenkins, Porter,
and our four hits in a miss.
Leave us have it, Gordoni.
When they be gin, a -be gin
Let the begin, begin
It brings back the sound
Of music so tender
Solid cinder
It brings back a night
Of tropical splendor
Heavy spender
It brings back a memory
Evergreen, evergreen
Evergreen.
I'm with you once more,
under the stars,
and under the moon.
And down by the shore,
an orchestra's playing,
slightly out of tune.
And even the palms seem
to be swaying,
swaying with Sammy Kaye,
when they begin, a -begin.
To live it again is past all endeavor
Except when that tune clutches my heart
And there we are
swearing to love forever
And promising never,
never, never to part
What sensational moments divine,
what rapture serene,
Till clouds came along
to disperse the joys we had tasted.
And now when I hear people curse
the chance that was wasted,
God darn it, I know but too
well what they mean.
So don't let them begin the beguine
Let the love that was once
a fire remain an ember
Let it sleep like the dead desire
I only remember
When they be gin the beguine, oh yes,
let them begin the beguine,
mayute, mayute,
till the stars that were there
before return above you.
Will you whisper to me once more,
darling, I love you?
And we sud denly know
what heaven we're in
When they begin the beginning
When they begin the beginning
Amen
Amen