Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ours, artist - Lena Horne. Album song Lena Horne Sings Your Requests, in the genre Традиционный джазDate of issue: 10.11.2011
Record label: Fresh Sound
Song language: English
Ours |
| The high gods above look down and laugh at our love |
| And say to themselves, «How tawdry it’s grown» |
| They’ve seen our cars in front of so many bars |
| When we should have been under the stars |
| Together but alone, ours is the chance |
| To make romance our own |
| Ours, the white Riviera under the moon |
| Ours, a gondola gliding on a lagoon |
| Ours, a temple serene by the green Arabian Sea |
| Or maybe you’d rather be going out buying Gay Paree |
| Ours, the silent sierras greeting the dawn |
| Or a sun-spotted Devon-shire lawn dotted with flowers |
| Mine the inclination, yours the inspiration |
| Why don’t we take a vacation and make it all ours? |
| Ours, the glitter of Broadway, Saturday night |
| Ours, a box at the garden watching a fight |
| Ours, the mad, the brouhaha at the Plaza’s Persian Room |
| Or if this fills you with gloom |
| We can go and admire Grant’s Tomb |
| Ours, a home on the river facing the east |
| Or in one of Park Avenue’s least |
| Frightening towers, oh, this champion chatting |
| Sounds to me like Latin |
| Why don’t we stay in Manhattan |
| And make it all? |
| Why don’t we stay in Manhattan |
| And make it all ours? |