There's An, Oh Such A Hungry Yearning

There's An, Oh Such A Hungry Yearning Burning Inside Of Me.

I Want To Ride To The Ridge Where The West Commences And Gaze At The Moon Till I Lose My Senses I Can't Look At Hobbles And I Can't Stand Fences Don't Fence Me In

I Don't Know Anyone Who Sits Down To Write A Song Hit Except Irving Berlin. He Can't Help Writing Hits.

In Olden Days A Glimpse Of Stocking Was Looked On As Something Shocking. Now, Heaven Knows, Anything Goes. The World Has Gone Mad Today, And Good's Bad Today, And Black's White Today, And Day's Night Today.

Night And Day, You Are The One.