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Cook Barbara Barbara Cook At The Met With Special Guests Live

bout to die with his boots onHe's the man standing up there beside Errol FlynnHe got third or fourth billing at the end of each picture"That don't mean much," he would say with

you believe it? Every weekend I paint For umpteen hours. And yes, I miss a lot Living like a shut-in. No, I haven't got Cooks and cart and diamonds.

, voh doh dee oh dee oh. Nashville Nightingale, Up and down the scale for me, Wail for me; Nightingale, don't fail; Fill my heart with bliss. When you

that shone so bright, Ages ago, last night? To think, the world had depended On merely this, a look, a kiss -- To think that something so splendid Could slip away with

One dream in my heart, One love to be livin' for, One love to be livin' for This nearly was mine. One man for my dream, One partner in paradise, This