[Writers Al Brubeck] [Al Jarreau-recording
Rondo A La Turk (Round, Round, Round)
Round, round, round a Round, round, round a Round, round, a melody, Harmony,
Round, round, round a Round, round, round a Round, round, a melody, Memory, melody, merrily.
a melody I used to play Counterpoint yesterday. up and down I hasten and Chasten my fingers and to play.
Round, round, round a Round, round, round a Round, round, a melody Memory,
Round, round, a melody Round, round, round a Round, round, a melody, Mystery, of history.
Taking over all my passions in the melodies Play it up and so wearily Stumbling, fumbling, tumbling.
Round, round, round a Round, round, round a Round, round, a melody Harmony, melody,
Round, round town I you. Round, round I'm calling you. Round, round I hasten to do All the chasing you me to.
up an opportunity, For I that you will be Truly happy and with me. Measure me, treasure me, me.
up an opportunity. Open up an offer. You be Truly happy and with me. Measure me, me, pleasure me.
Round, round, a melody Round, round, a you and me. Round, round, round a You and me, and harmony.
Round, round, a melody Round, round, round a Round, round, a melody, Harmony, and me.
you see That we were to be, One and the same. Melody, to harmony, One and the same. the score We be ever more One and the same. Melody, married to One and the same.
it comes, our symphony, by measure. A and harmony, You and me in harmony. You and me so Were it the blues aint bothering me.
it comes, our symphony, by measure, A pleasure. A and harmony, You and me in You and me so We a new rondo, To end the rondo today.