A medley from the 1930 show “King of Jazz”.
Words by Jack Yellen.
Music by Milton Ager.
“My Lover” has words and music by Jack Yellen, Grace Hayes, and James Deitrich.
Sheet music provided by Laurence Rubenstein:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
“Song of the Dawn”
Dawn is breaking, and a new day is born
The world is singing the song of the dawn
Birds are waking, hear them welcome the morn
They’re sweetly singing the song of the dawn
Yesterday the skies were grey
Look! This morning they’re blue
The smiling sun tells ev’ryone
“Come and start life anew”
Sing Hallelujah, for the dark night is gone
The world is singing the song of the dawn
“My Lover”
He came along when I was lonely
And how he thrilled me with the touch of his hand
My heart told me that it was he, my lover
So big and strong, I loved him only
Somehow I knew that I was his to command
That evermore my heart was for my lover
And while I live I’ll want him madly
I’m not ashamed to admit it
All I could give I gave him gladly
And I’m not sorry I did it
It may be wrong, but I’m so lonely
It may sound funny and you won’t understand
I love him still, and always will, my lover
“A Bench in the Park”
A bench in the park, unromantic and plain
That bench in the park can be our lover’s lane
The glimmering light of a lamp for a moon
A cold dreary night, but in our hearts there is June
A lone little bird in the branches above
Is plaintively heard serenading our love
And what more do we need you and I in the dark
On a bench in the park
“I Like To Do Things For You”
I like to fix your tie, smooth your hair
Put things in order here and there
‘Cause I like to do things for you
I like to tie your shoes, brush your suit
I want to keep you nice and cute
‘Cause I like to do things for you
There doesnt seem to be need for me to mention
That I’m the party who can give you attention
I like to find your gloves, dust your hat
Poke all around you just like that
‘Cause I like to do things for you
“Music Has Charms”
Music has charms that nothing else has
Music has charms tho’ it’s classic or jazz
A symphony grand by Schubert or Brahms
A popular band, or a “uke” ‘neath the palms
A melody in minor key can make the teardrops start
And then again a glad refrain can cheer a lonely heart
Sweet harmony when there’s someone in your arms
Oh, baby, it’s then that music has charms
“Happy Feet”
Happy feet! I’ve got those happy feet
Give them a lowdown beat
And they begin dancing
I’ve got those ten little tapping toes
And when they hear a tune, I can’t control
My dancing heels to save my soul
Weary blues can’t get into my shoes
Because my shoes refuse to ever grow weary
I keep cheerful on an earful of music sweet
‘Cause I’ve got hap-hap-happy feet
Sung here by Fred Feild: