Erroll Garner - năm: 1954
Misty
Look at me. I'm as help- less as a kitten up a tree. And I feel like I'm cling- ing to a cloud. I can't under- stand. I get mis- ty, just holding your hand. Walk my way. And a thou- sand vi- olins begin to play. Or it might be the sound of your hel- lo. That music I hear. I get mis- ty the moment you're near. You can say that you're leading me on. But it's just...