Compact Jazz lyrics

Black is the colour of my true love's hair
His face so soft and wonderous fair
The bluest eyes and the strongest hands
I love the ground on where he stands
I love the ground on where he stands

Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Of my true love's hair
Of my true love's hair

Oh, I love my lover, and well he knows
Yes, I love the ground on where he goes

I put a spell on you
'Cause you're mine

You better stop the things you do
I ain't lyin'
No I ain't lyin'

You know I can't stand it
You're runnin' around
You know better daddy
I can't stand it cause you put me down
Yeah, Yeah

I put a spell on you
Because you're mine
You're mine

I love ya
I love you
I love you
I love you anyhow
And I don't care
if you don't want me
I'm yours right now

Nina Simone---Sinnerman
(Traditional)

Oh, sinner man, where you gonna run to?
Oh, sinner man, where you gonna run to?
Oh, sinner man, where you gonna run to?
Oh, sinner man, where you gonna run to all on that day?

Run to the moon, "Moon won't you hide me?"
Run to the sea, "Sea won't you hide me?"
Run to the sun, "Sun won't you hide me all on that day?"

Southern trees
barin' strange fruit,
blood on the leaves,
and blood at the root,
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,
strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees,
pastoral scene,
of the gallant south,
in big bulgin' eyes and the twisted mouth,
scent of magnolia,
clean and fresh,
then the sudden smell of burnin' flesh,

Here is a fruit, for the crows to pluck,
for the rain to gather,

Tell me more and then some
Daddy you know what I wanna hear
I want some more and then some of that
I love you only dear

I want some more and then some
Oh how you feel
And then when you done told me
About a million times
How much you love me
And you're through
Start right back again

I've made the same mistake
I know the awful ache
Of a little heart that's been double crossed

You aint never been blue, no, no, no
You aint never been blue
Till youve had that mood indigo
That feeling goes stealing right down to my shoes
While I just sit here and sigh
Go along blues

I always get that mood indigo
Since my baby said goodbye
And in the evening when the lights are low
Im so lonely I could cry
For theres nobody who cares about me

Im the keeper of the flame
My torch of love lights his name
Ask no pity, beg my shame
Im the keeper of the flame

Played with fire and I was burn
Gave a heart but I was spurn
All these time I have yearned
Just to have my love return

Years have passed by
The spark still remains
True love cant die
It smoulders in flame
When the fire is burning off
And the angels call my name

Hush now, don't explain
There ain't nothin' to gain
I'm glad that you're back
Don't explain

Quiet, baby, don't explain
There is nothing to gain
Skip that, the lipstick
Don't explain

You know that I love you
And what love endures
All my thoughts are of you
For I'm so completely yours

Don't want to hear folks chatter
'Cause I know you cheat
Right and wrong don't matter

If I should lose you
The stars would fall from the sky
If I should lose you
The leaves would wither and die
The birds in maytime
Would sing a lonely refrain
And I would wander around
Hating the sound of rain

With you beside me
No wind in winter would blow
With you beside me
A rose would bloom in the snow
I gave you my love
But I was living a dream
And living would seem in vain

(1928) Gus Kahn, Walter Donaldson

My baby don't care for shows
My baby don't care for clothes
My baby just cares for me
My baby don't care for cars and races
My baby don't care for high-tone places

Liz Taylor is not his style
And even Lana Turner's smile
Is somethin' he can't see
My baby don't care who knows
My baby just cares for me

Baby, my baby don't care for shows