Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong

Dream a little dream of me

Can’t we be friends?

I thought I’d found the man of my dreams
Now it seems, this is how the story ends
He’s going to turn me down and say
Can’t we be friends

I thought for once it couldn’t go wrong
Not for long, I can see the way this ends
He’s going to turn me down and say
Can’t we be friends

Never again, through with love
Through with men
They play their game without shame
And who’s to blame

I thought I’d found a man I could trust
What a bust, this is how the story ends
He’s going to turn me down and say
Can’t we be friends

Yes, I thought I knew the wheat from the chaff
What a laugh, this is how our story ends
I’ll let her turn me down and say
Can’t we be friends

I acted like a kid out of school
What a fool, now I see this is the end
I’ll let her turn me down and say
Can’t we be friends

Oh what should I give
Though he gave me the air
Why should I cry
He was sigh and wonder why

Yes, I should have seen the signal to stop
What a flop, this is how the story ends
She’s gonna turn me down and say
Can’t we be friends

What should I give
Though he gave me the air
And why should I cry
He was sigh and wonder why

I should have seen the signal to stop
What a flop, this is how the story ends
I let him turn me down and say

Can’t we be, can’t we be, can’t we be
Can’t we be, can’t we be, can’t we be friends
Oh yes

April in Paris

April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom
Holiday tables under the trees
April in Paris, this is a feeling
No one can ever reprise

I never knew the charm of spring
Never met it face to face
I never new my heart could sing
Never missed a warm embrace

Till April in Paris
Whom can I run to
What have you done to my heart

Yes, April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom
Holiday tables under the trees
April in Paris, this is a feeling
No one can ever reprise

I never knew the charm of spring
Never met it face to face
I never new my heart could sing
Never missed a warm embrace

Till April in Paris
Now whom can I run to
Oh, what have you done to my heart

I never knew the charm of spring
Never met it face to face
I never new my heart could sing
Never missed a warm embrace

Till April in Paris
Whom can I run to
What have you done to my heart

Songwriters
E. Y. HARBURG, VERNON DUKE

Read more:  Ella Fitzgerald – April In Paris Lyrics | MetroLyrics

République et canton de Genève | DIP connexion