Good late morning from a chilly radio station here in Florida.
Izz with a y Was that Punch about a Victorian woman all wrapped up in clothes telling here daughter:
Run along child and try to play.
Latin George, You remembered and that French song was great.
Speaking of remembering, I remember my friend Brucie (RIP) who introduced me to this guy, and his birthday is today.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hf94Tt2cO0A
and, y'all, the lyrics.
Brazil, when stars were entertaining June,
We stood beneath an amber moon
And softly murmured someday soon...
We kissed and clung together
Then - tomorrow was another day
The morning found ME miles away
With still a million things to say.
And now, when twilight dims the skies above
Recalling thrills of our love
There's one thing I'm certain of...
Return, I will, to old Brazil.
Brazil, when stars were entertaining June,
We stood beneath an amber moon
And softly murmured someday soon...
We kissed and clung together
Then - tomorrow was another day
The morning found ME miles away
With still a million things to say.
And now when twilight dims the skies above
Recalling thrills of our love there's one thing
I'm certain of... Return, I will, to old Brazil.