Ambrose Bert & His Orchestra At the May Fair Hotel Too Many Tears Так много слез фокстрот - Warren Harry, Dubin Al - Ambrose's Orch. - All Of Me, 1932 Bert Ambrose & His Orchestra at the Mayfair Hotel, London - All Of Me, Fox-Trot with Vocal Refrain Sam Browne, HMV 1932 UK NOTE: Here is one more presentation of that evergreen American foxtrot - which, a few days ago has been uploaded by me in a Mildred Bailey's version Here, great Bert Ambrose performs that tune in a fabulous arrangement by Lew Stone, who cooperated with Ambrose's orchestra in early 1930s, making Ambrose's performances from that period the pure diamonds of every collection of the 1930s British dance bands recordings. The photoshow tries to be on a similar level: I hope, my selection of West End, Ascot, Kensington, Richmond fashions of the 1930s makes a good feedback with that sophisticated music.
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Verse
To have a good old fashioned cry
Once in a while
Isn't so bad
For when you've had that little cry,
Then you can smile,
You can be glad.
But when there's too much sorrow,
You know that there is bound to be
Chorus
Too many tears,
Each night I go to bed,
I lay awake and shed
Too many tears
Your memory
Is bringing me
Too many tears.
Too many years
I wasted loving you,
And you know I was true,
Too many years,
I cared a lot,
What have I got?
Too many tears.
I know I should have found a new love,
And don't you think I didn't try
But I found out a "number two" love
Never seems to satisfy.
I'll never learn
To smile again and sing,
I gave you ev'rything
And in return
What did you leave for souvenirs?
Too many tears.
1932
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Written for Blessed Event (1932)
Performer Dick Powell
Lyric Al Dubin
Music Harry Warren
Year 1932
Original publisher M. Wiark & Sons
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Былого не вернуть.
Так много слез...
Мне не забыть прощанья миг
И трепет губ...
Так много слез..
Сегодня как вчера
Тоска стесняет грудь.
Так много слез...
Проходят дни, но не могу
Забыть тебя.
Прощать, любить и ненавидеть
Тебя мне, видно, суждено,
Но дней счастливых не забыть мне,
Счастье же давно ушло.
Так много слез...
К чему теперь слова? -
Былого не вернуть.
Так много слез...
Мне не забыть прощанья миг.
Так много слез...
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