Lyrics Stompin' at the Savoy - Art Farmer, Donald Byrd, Michel Legrand

Stompin' at the Savoy

It begins to tell,
'round midnight, 'round midnight.
I do pretty well till after sundown,
And suppertime I’m feelin' sad
But it really gets bad,
'round midnight.
Memories always start
'round midnight, 'round
Haven’t got the heart to stand those memories,
So when my heart is still with you,
Yes ol' midnight knows it, too.
When a quarrel we had needs mending,
Does it mean that our love is ending.
Darlin' I need you, lately I find
You’re out of my heart,
And I’m out of my mind.
So let our hearts take wings
'round midnight, 'round midnight
Let the angels sing,
for your returning.
Till our love is safe and sound.
And old midnight comes around.
Cause I’m feelin' sad,
and it really gets bad
'round midnight, 'round midnight