Johnny Hates Jazz

I held your hand so fair
And like the morning sun
We cause an ancient rhyme
Oh I will laugh, I will cry
For you
Like the wind that blows
The stars that shine
The cool of night
My ivory Moon
The wind that calls
The stars will shine
And I will come
And you will say
This is enough
Of me and my foolish heart
My foolish heart
Oh you will take my hand