Harlem Nocturne

A noc – turne for    the blues, played on a   bro – ken heart string;

It’s wail – ing out    the    news my        ba – by is gone    from      me.

Dark shad – ows in    the rain, a tel – e – phone that won’t ring;

Just mem – o – ries    re –    main of lovers that used     to      be.

I   miss      the laughs and    the    fun, my      spot in    the    sun,

When I   was    the    one     one and on – ly;

The mu – sic and lights, those      won – der – ful nights,

The morn – ing m    ist, the time   we kissed;

The laughs and    the    fun,     my d         ays in    the    sun,

They’re o – ver    and    done and I’m     lone – ly.

Don’t ask me to hide the heart – break in – side —

The gleam – ing s    park is g   one   the li      ght went d     ark.

This noc – turne for    the blues t     ook all and   left me noth – in’,

Noth – in’ but    the    blues        til    baby comes back    to m     e.