The Song Is You
Frank Sinatra Lyrics


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I hear music when I look at you
A beautiful theme of every dream I ever knew
Down deep in my heart I hear it play
I can feel it start, then melts away

I hear music when I touch your hand
A beautiful melody from some enchanted land
Down deep in my heart, I hear it say
"Is this the day?"

I alone have heard this lovely strain
I alone have heard this glad refrain
Must it be forever inside of me?
Why can't I let it go? Why can't I let you know?

Why can't I let you know the song my heart would sing?
That beautiful rhapsody of love and youth and spring
The music is sweet, the words are true
The song is you

Why can't I let you know the song my heart would sing?
That beautiful rhapsody of love, and youth and spring




The music is sweet, the words are true
The song is you

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to "The Song Is You," performed by Frank Sinatra and Tommy Dorsey, indicate the power of love and the beautiful effect it can have on a person. When looking or touching the person they love, the singer hears music. This beautiful melody represents every dream and enchanted land the singer has ever known, and is ingrained deep within their heart. The music plays and melts away, representing the fleeting but beautiful nature of love.


In the second verse, the singer admits that they alone have heard this beautiful strain and glad refrain. However, they struggle with whether it should be forever inside of them or if they should let the person they love know the song that their heart would sing. The song that they speak of is a beautiful rhapsody of love, youth, and spring - representing the joy and beauty that comes with love. The song is a representation of how love can bring out the best in us and create a beautiful symphony that we long to share with the world.


Overall, "The Song Is You" is a touching love song that speaks to the beauty and lasting nature of true love. It is a reminder of the power of music to represent the deepest emotions of the human heart and how love can create a beautiful symphony that we long to share with the world.


Line by Line Meaning

I hear music when I look at you
Your presence inspires a beautiful melody in my heart


A beautiful theme of every dream I ever knew
This melody captures all the dreams I've ever had


Down deep in my heart I hear it play
This melody is in the depths of my being


I can feel it start, then melts away
Whenever I hear it, it starts strong but fades quickly


I hear music when I touch your hand
Touching you evokes a beautiful melody in my heart


A beautiful melody from some enchanted land
This melody is magical and beyond this world


Down deep in my heart, I hear it say
This melody speaks to me from within


"Is this the day?"
It asks if this is the day my dreams come true


I alone have heard this lovely strain
I'm the only one who has heard this beautiful melody


I alone have heard this glad refrain
I alone have heard this joyful repeated verse


Must it be forever inside of me?
It hurts that this melody remains trapped within me


Why can't I let it go? Why can't I let you know?
I long to share this melody with you but can't seem to


Why can't I let you know the song my heart would sing?
Why can't I express the melody that my heart sings for you?


That beautiful rhapsody of love and youth and spring
The melody is an ode to our love, youth, and the season of spring


The music is sweet, the words are true
The melody is beautiful and its lyrics sincere


The song is you
The melody is inspired by you and you alone




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Jerome Kern, Oscar II Hammerstein

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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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