Frank Sinatra. Gal That Got Away, The. Zeneszám

The night is bitter
The stars have lost their glitter
The winds grow colder
And suddenly you're older
And all because of the gal that got away

No more, her eager call
The writing's on the wall
The dreams you dreamed
Have all gone astray

The gal that won you
Has run off and undone you
That great beginning
Has seen the final inning
Don't know what happened
It's all a crazy game

No more, that all time thrill
For you've been through the mill
And never a new love
Will be the same


Good riddance, goodbye
Every trick of hers you're on to
But fools will be fools
And where's she gone to

The road gets rougher
It's lonelier and tougher
With hope you burn up
Tomorrow she may turn up
There's just no ladder
Live long night and day

Ever since this world began
There is nothing sadder than
A lost lost loser
Looking for the gal that got away

Please come back
Won't you come back?
The gal that got away