The Pleasure of Her Company Songtext
von Vic Damone
The Pleasure of Her Company Songtext
(La-da-da-da)
The Golden Gate, from the top of the mark
The lights below, like jewels in the dark
I′d trade you, every memory
For the pleasure, of her company
The fun of taking, a cable car ride
The lonely steamer, that waits for the tide
I'd give you all these, cheerfully
For the pleasure, of her company
Sometimes, when we′re just dining
A sandwich, seems like, such a treat
There are no candles, but still they're shining
They start to gleam, when our eyes meet
There are some pleasures, we mortals can't know
They′re known to angels alone, even so
I′m sure the angels, envy me
The pleasure, of her company
I'm sure the angels, envy me
The pleasure, of her company
(La-da-da-da)
(La-da-da-da-da-da)
(La-da-da-da)
(La-da-da-da-da-da)
(La-da-da-da)
The Golden Gate, from the top of the mark
The lights below, like jewels in the dark
I′d trade you, every memory
For the pleasure, of her company
The fun of taking, a cable car ride
The lonely steamer, that waits for the tide
I'd give you all these, cheerfully
For the pleasure, of her company
Sometimes, when we′re just dining
A sandwich, seems like, such a treat
There are no candles, but still they're shining
They start to gleam, when our eyes meet
There are some pleasures, we mortals can't know
They′re known to angels alone, even so
I′m sure the angels, envy me
The pleasure, of her company
I'm sure the angels, envy me
The pleasure, of her company
(La-da-da-da)
(La-da-da-da-da-da)
(La-da-da-da)
(La-da-da-da-da-da)
(La-da-da-da)
Writer(s): Sammy Cahn, Alfred Newman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
