Из альбома: Breakfast in New Orleans, Dinner in Timbuktu
I found my thrill
On Blueberry Hill
On Blueberry Hill
When I found you
The moon stood still
On Blueberry Hill
And lingered until
My dreams came true
The wind in the willow played
Love's sweet melody;
But all of those vows we made
Were never to be
Tho' we're apart,
You're part of me still
For you were my thrill
On Blueberry Hill