Minor-Yours-Chet Baker

They're writing songs of love but not for me A lucky star's above but not for me With love to lead the way I've found more clouds of gray Than any Russian play can guarantee I was a fool to fall and get that way Ah ho alas and awe so lackaday Although I can't dismiss The memory of her kiss I guess she's not for me Trumpet Solo Piano Solo I was a fool to fall and get that way Ah ho alas and awe so lackaday Although I can't dismiss The memory of her kiss I guess she's not for me