Connie Francis
Connie Francis
Connie Francis
Connie Francis
Connie Francis
Connie Francis
Connie Francis
Connie Francis
Connie Francis
Connie Francis
Connie Francis
Connie Francis
Your eyes may thrill me with gladness
And tell me you're true, dear
Yet thoughts still fill me with sadness
And what can I do, dear
I wonder if you are free
I wonder if you are free
Do you belong just to me
I'm always jealous of you, dear
I'm not to be
I am jealous of you, darling
Why am I so jealous, darling
Sad are the fancies that throng
Through my heart everyday
Lest someone else come along
Who can steal you away
All your beauty I would own
I would have you mine alone
Fear that someday we may part
Still consumes me with pain
What would become of my heart
If I loved you in vain