‘Fly me to the moon …’

LONG before Frank Sinatra and Bing Crosby, along with many other songsters, have endeared us with their titillating voice, William Shakespeare (1564-1616) said it with finality: “The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov’d with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils.

Shakespeare, the Bard of Avon, found his ally in the German philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche:“Without music, life would be a mistake.

Long before the enticing songs of Frank Sinatra, Bing Crosby, Jo Stafford, et al., I and my better-half human rights lawyer Rodolfo Lagoc (now across the Great Divide, allow me to be repetitious), had been enamored by love songs especially on a romantic night as we gazed at the moon.

Out of the many, I’m posting below three songs with enthralling lines about the moon sang by Frank Sinatra:

Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like on
A-Jupiter and Mars
In other words, hold my hand
In other words, baby, kiss me

Fill my heart with song and let me sing for ever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
In other words, please be true
In other words, I love you

Sang by Bing Crosby:

I’ll be seeing you

In all the old familiar places

That this heart of mine embraces

All day through. In that small cafe;

The park across the way;

The children’s carousel;

The chestnut trees;

The wishin’ well.

I’ll be seeing you

In every lovely summer’s day;

In everything that’s light and gay.

I’ll always think of you that way.

I’ll find you In the morning sun

And when the night is new.

I’ll be looking at the moon,

But I’ll be seeing you.

Sang by Jo Stafford:

No other love can warm my heart
Now that I’ve known the comfort of your arms
No other love, oh the sweet contentment
That I find with you everytime, everytime

No other lips could want you more
For I was born to glory in your kiss, forever yours

I was blessed with love to love you
Till the stars burn out above you
Till the moon has bought a silver shine
No other love, let no other love

Know the wonder of your spell

I was blessed with love to love you
Till the stars burn out above you
Till the moon has bought a silver shine
No other love, let no other love know the wonder of your spell

Folks, how about sending me your own choice love songs? I will feature those in a forthcoming column – with you as sender, of course.

Thank you in advance. ([email protected]/PN)

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