Из альбома: Billie Holiday at Storyville
Al Dubin / Harry Warren
My love must be a kind of blind love,
I can't see anyone but you
And dear, I wonder if you find love,
an optical illusion, too?
Are the stars out tonight?
I don't know if it's cloudy or bright cause I only
have eyes for you
The moon may be high,
but I can't see a thing in the sky,
cause I only have eyes for you
I don't know if we're in a garden,
or on a crowded avenue
You are here, so am I
Maybe millions of people go by but they all disappear from view,
and I only have eyes for you