On a Little Street in Singapore
Frank Sinatra Lyrics


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On a little street in Singapore,
We'd meet beside a lotus-covered door,
A veil of moonlight on her lonely face,
How pale the hands that held me in embrace.
My sails tonight are filled with perfume of Shalimar,
And temple bells will guide me to the shore.
And then I'll hold her in my arms, and love the way I loved before,
On a little street in Singapore.




Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Frank Sinatra's song, "On a Little Street in Singapore," is a romantic tale of a man who meets his lover on a particular street in Singapore. The song highlights the ambiance of the place where they met, embarking on a journey of love and the anticipation of being reunited.


The opening lines, "On a little street in Singapore, we'd meet beside a lotus-covered door," describes the setting of the story, with the couple meeting in front of a traditional Chinese house decorated with lotuses. The moonlight adds to the romantic atmosphere but also highlights the loneliness of the woman's face.


The second stanza signals that the singer is on his journey to be reunited with his lover. He is on a ship where the fragrance of Shalimar perfume fills his sails. Shalimar is a famous scent that symbolizes love and romance. The temple bells guide him to shore, adding a mystical and spiritual element to the song.


The chorus reveals the longing of the singer to hold his lover in his arms and love her as he did before they were apart. The lyrics and music evoke a nostalgia for a time when love was pure and simple.


Line by Line Meaning

On a little street in Singapore,
In a small, quaint neighborhood in the city of Singapore.


We'd meet beside a lotus-covered door,
We would rendezvous at the entrance adorned with the beautiful flowers of the lotus plant.


A veil of moonlight on her lonely face,
Her countenance would be illuminated by the faint light of the moon - though revealing her loneliness.


How pale the hands that held me in embrace.
Her hands, which once firmly held me close, now appear lifeless and weak.


My sails tonight are filled with perfume of Shalimar,
My senses are overcome with the fragrance of Shalimar as I set forth on my journey.


And temple bells will guide me to the shore.
I will be led to my destination by the tranquil sound of bells from a nearby temple.


And then I'll hold her in my arms, and love the way I loved before,
Reunited once more, I shall hold her tightly in my embrace, and bask in the jubilance of our past love.


On a little street in Singapore.
Together again on that very same street in Singapore.




Lyrics © SHAPIRO BERNSTEIN & CO. INC.
Written by: BILLY HILL, PETER DE ROSE

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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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