YOUR HAND IN MY HAND

(English words by Fred Ellys)

The stars begin to beep
The birdies go to sleep
In the air something seems to say
Go hit the hay, call it a day.
A lazy summer breeze
Is idling round the trees
As the sun gently fades away.

There’s your hand in my hand
And there’s twigs in your hair
There’s the sky and your eyes
And I haven’t a care
There are stars high above
There am I with my love
No-one else is in sight
What a night, what a night !

Oh my darling, my sweet
I have waited so long
But now life is complete
Just a beautiful song
Since your eyes and my eyes
Share the same bit of sky
And your little hand is in my hand.


HOLDING HANDS

English words : Harold Rome

No matter what we do,
It’s always fun with you
By my side a ride in the park
A stroll in the dark, always a lark.
We sit in a café, a movie or a play
It’s the same, our own little game.

Here we go holding hands
just like kids you and I
in a glow holding hands
And the hours go by
In our secret way
With the fingers caress
We’ve got so much to say
That no neighbor can guess
So caress would sustain
It meant ever so much
Not a word can be heard
but as our fingers touch
off we go on a cloud
all alone in the crowd
speaking love together holding hands.


Un grand merci à Jeannette pour son aide. Sans elle je ne serais jamais arrivée à déchiffrer ces textes !

Rappel :
Les titres : Hello Paris, The royal polka, Holding hands, Grandmamma it’s New York sont parus chez Frémeaux dans l'Intégrale Charles Trenet No.6

Boom et Your hand in my hand figurent sur le volume No.3. de cette même collection.