written by Einar Aaron Swan From Sinatra’s album "In the Wee Small Hours" (1954)
What good is the scheming, the planning, the dreaming That comes with each new love affair The love that you cherish so often may perish And leave you with castles in air
When you're alone, who cares for starlit skies When you're alone, the magic moonlight dies At break of dawn, there is no sunrise When your lover has gone
What lonely hours, the evening shadows bring What lonely hours, with memories lingering Like faded flowers, life can't mean anything When your lover has gone