haven't you heard the music in the night
wonderful music
faint as a will-o'-the-wisp
crazy as a loon
sad as a gypsy ... serenading the moon
The sky, the leaves, the smell ... this is the softest, sweetest weekend of the year.
It deserves ... this.
Every jazz vocalist has taken a shot at Skylark, written in 1941.
Johnny Mercer's words, Hoagie Carmicheal's music.
And Chiara Civello--mentioned in the last column I ever wrote for the Sun--sings it here.
Happy Thanksgiving.
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