There will never be another you

This song (both the lyrics and the music, of course), from Julie London's version to Michael Feinstein's (and, of course, Sinatra's), creates such a simultaneously melancholy and sweet atmosphere - you can almost put yourself in the picture it paints (or at least I can..)



This is our last night together,
Tonight soon will be long ago.
And in our moment of parting,
This is all I want you to know...


There will be many other nights like this,
And you'll be standing there with someone new.
There will be other songs to sing,
Another fall...another spring...
But there will never be another you.


There will be other lips that I may kiss,
But they won't thrill me like yours used to do.
Yes, I may dream a million dreams,
But how can they come true,
If there will never, ever be another you?


Yes, I may dream a million dreams,
But how can they come true,
If there will never, ever be...

Another you?



----- by Harry Warren and Mack Gordon (1942)