If I Ever Feel Lonely...

Não está uma noite quente, mas eu sinto calor. Sinto como se já fosse Agosto e estivessem 30º lá fora...
É ao som de Moon River que suspiro pela dança que não demos, pelo copo que não bebemos, pela aquela noite que não tivemos, pelo beijo que ficou por dar. Suspiro por tudo o que ainda não veio, mas que sei que vai vir. Tem de vir!
E canto ao som dos pensamentos dos mestres, sentindo aquela inveja de quem não tem e quer ter, de quem tudo deseja e nada pode!

Moon River, wider than a mile,
I'm crossing you in style some day.
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker,
wherever you're going I'm going your way.
Two drifters off to see the world.
There's such a lot of world to see.
We're after the same rainbow's end--
waiting 'round the bend,
my huckleberry friend,
Moon River and me.

Catch Me If You Can

When I'm Twenty-Four

When I get older,
losing my hair,
many days from now.
Will you still be sending me a Valentine,
birthday greetings, bottle of wine?

If I've been out
till quarter to three,
would you lock the door?
Will you still need me,
will you still feed me,
when I'm sixty-four?

You'd be older too,
and if you say the word,
I could stay with you.

I could be handy
mending a fuse,
when your lights are gone.
You can knit a sweater by the fireside.
Sunday mornings go for a ride.

Doing the garden,
digging the weeds,
who could ask for more?
Will you still need me,
will you still feed me,
when I'm twenty-four?

Every summer we can rent a cottage in the isle of Wight
if it's not too dear.
we shall scrimp and save,
Grandchildren on our knees
Vera, Chuck and Dave.

Send me a postcard,
drop me a line,
stating point of view.
Indicate precisely what you mean to say.
Yours sincerely wasting away.

Give me your answer,
fill in a form,
mine for ever more.
Will you still need me,
will you still feed me
when I'm twenty-four.

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