Until the Real Thing Comes Along Songtext
von Billie Holiday with Teddy Wilson and His Orchestra

I′d work for you, I'd slave for you
I′d be a beggar or a knave for you
If that isn't love, it will have to do
Until the real thing comes along

I'd gladly move the earth for you
To prove my love, dear, and it′s worth for you
If that is not love, it will have to do
Until the real thing comes along


With all the words, dear, at my command
I just can′t make you understand
I'll always love you, darling, come what may
My heart is yours, what more can I say?

I′d sigh for you, I'd cry for you
I′d tear the stars down from the sky for you
If that isn't love, it will have to do
Until the real thing comes along

With all the words, dear, at my command
I just can′t make you understand
I'll always love you, baby, come what may
My heart is yours, what more can I say?


I'd lie for you, I′d cry for you
I′d lay my body down and die for you
If that isn't love, it will have to do
Until the real thing comes along