April Played the Fiddle
Frank Sinatra Lyrics


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Oh, how am I to know?
If its really love that found its grave here
Oh, how am I to know?
Will it linger on and leave me there

I dare not guess at this strange happiness
Oh, how am I to know?
Can it be that love has come to stay here




Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Frank Sinatra's song "April Played the Fiddle" are about the uncertainty of a relationship. The singer is questioning whether the love they had found has come to an end, and if it will leave them feeling alone. Despite feeling a strange happiness, the singer dares not guess if love has truly come to stay. The mention of April playing the fiddle is a metaphor for the season of love, but also suggests the fickleness of love, like a fiddle player who can change their tune at any moment.


Overall, the lyrics suggest a sense of confusion and fear of the unknown in matters of love. The singer is left wondering whether the love they have found is real, and whether they can trust it to last. Despite the uncertainty, the singer remains hopeful that this love will stay with them.


Line by Line Meaning

Oh, how am I to know?
I am uncertain about the situation.


If its really love that found its grave here
I am unsure if love has ended between us.


Oh, how am I to know?
I am perplexed and indecisive.


Will it linger on and leave me there
Is this love going to stay or leave me heartbroken?


I dare not guess at this strange happiness
I cannot predict what might happen in this unique situation.


Oh, how am I to know?
I am at a loss and don't know what to do.


Can it be that love has come to stay here
Could it be that love has finally found a permanent place between us?




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Written by: Johnny Burke, James Monaco

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Mike


on The Lady Is A Champ

eight

She gets too hungry for dinner at eight
She can't eat late and stay up all night, because unlike society types, she has to get up in the morning.

She likes the theatre and never comes late
She cares more about seeing the play than being seen making an entrance.

She never bothers with people she'd hate
Her friends are friends, not social trophies.

Doesn't like crap games with barons or earls
While barrns and earls probably don't play craps, she associates with friends, not people to be seen with.

Won't go to Harlem in ermine and pearls
She doesn't "slum", the practice of the rich in the 30's, when the song was written, of touring poor neighborhoods dressed in rich clothes to "tut, tut" about the deplorable conditions, and congratulate each other for "caring about the poor"

Won't dish the dirt with the rest of the girls
Doesn't trade gossip for acceptance among an in-crowd


She likes the free, fresh wind in her hair
She cares more about how her hair feels than conforming with current hair fashions

Hates California, it's cold and it's damp
Since most of California is noticeably warmer and / or drier than New York, where the play the song was written for is set, this is probably a facetious excuse to like what she likes.


And she won't go to Harlem in Lincoln's or Ford's
Another reference to slumming, but facetious, since Lincolns and Fords were middle-class, not luxury brands when the lyric was written

Anonymous


on Try a Little Tenderness

Here are the correct lyrics

Try A Little Tenderness - Frank Sinatra - Lyrics

Oh she may be weary
Women do get wearied
Wearing that same old shabby dress
And when she’s weary
You try a little tenderness

You know she’s waiting
Just anticipating things she’ll may never possess
While she is without them
Try just a little bit of tenderness

It’s not just sentimental
She has her grieve and her care
And the words that soft and gentle
Makes it easier to bear
You wont regret it
Women don't forget it
Love is their whole happiness
And it’s all so easy
Try a little tenderness

Musical Interlude

And, it’s all so easy
Try a little tenderness

Daniel


on The Way You Look Tonight

I met Frank Jr. in Las Vegas, a real gentleman. RIP you both.

Giorgi Khutashvili


on Theme from New York, New York

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