And Other American Theatre Songs of Kurt Weill

Lotte Lenya - Speak Low Speak low when you speak love, Our summer day withers away Too soon, too soon. Speak low when you speak love, Our moment is swift, like ships adrift, We're swept apart too soon. Speak low, darling speak low, Love is a spark lo

Can you tell me how these things happen? Have I trusted in love too much? When did the magic vanish? Have I somehow lost my touch? How gay the world could be Could I love you, could he love me Love shouldn't be serious-should it? You meet, you kiss,

Oh, it's a long, long while From May 'till December And the days grow short When you reach September When the autumn weather Turns the leaves to flame One that hasn't got time For the waiting game For the days dwindle down To a precious few September