Album: The Complete Billie Holiday on Verve 1945-1959
George and Ira Gershwin
The more I read the papers
The less I comprehend
The world with all its capers
And how it all will end
Nothing seems to be lasting
But that isn't our affair;
We've got something permanent,
I mean in the way we care
It's very clear
Our love is here to stay;
Not for a year
But ever and a day
The radio and the telephone and the movies that we know
May just be passing fancies,
And in time may go
But, oh my dear,
Our love is here to stay;
Together we're going a long, long way
In time the Rockies may crumble, Gibraltar may tumble,
They're only made of clay,
But our love is here to stay