A Melody At Dawn 1933 Gracie Fields

Dr. Pitt-Payne in London UK - 09 May 2003

In the heart of the breeze
I found my song.
A song of weird things,
a song the west wind sings,
like the rustle of trees
it came along,
just like the willow's sigh
my song will never die.

Drifting, out of the shadows,
just like the melancholy
chanting of the breeze.
When a rose is born,
comes the Melody at Dawn.
Haunting, among the tree tops,
lingering on just like some old world melodies
fading in the morn,
this sweet melody at dawn.
I pray each little star above,
we never shall be parted,
if you should ever leave my side,
I'd be for ever broken hearted.
Whisp'ring, where love is waiting,
out and beyond the golden sunset of the day.
Where romance is born
Tender melody at dawn.

Drifting, out of the shadows,
just like the melancholy
chanting of the breeze.
When a rose is born,
comes the Melody at Dawn.
Haunting, among the tree tops,
lingering on just like some old world melodies
fading in the morn,
this sweet melody at dawn.
I pray each little star above,
we never shall be parted,
if you should ever leave my side,
I'd be for ever broken hearted.
Whisp'ring, where love is waiting,
out and beyond the golden sunset of the day.
Where romance is born
Tender melody at dawn.

Wand'ring on thro' my dreams,
this melody,
a dream of yesterday,
it steals my heart away.
Linger here till the dawn
is in the sky.
Maybe you'll hear it too,
come softly stealing through.

Drifting, out of the shadows,
just like the melancholy
chanting of the breeze.
When a rose is born,
comes the Melody at Dawn.
Haunting, among the tree tops,
lingering on just like some old world melodies
fading in the morn,
this sweet melody at dawn.
I pray each little star above,
we never shall be parted,
if you should ever leave my side,
I'd be for ever broken hearted.
Whisp'ring, where love is waiting,
out and beyond the golden sunset of the day.
Where romance is born
Tender melody at dawn.

Drifting, out of the shadows,
just like the melancholy
chanting of the breeze.
When a rose is born,
comes the Melody at Dawn.
Haunting, among the tree tops,
lingering on just like some old world melodies
fading in the morn,
this sweet melody at dawn.
I pray each little star above,
we never shall be parted,
if you should ever leave my side,
I'd be for ever broken hearted.
Whisp'ring, where love is waiting,
out and beyond the golden sunset of the day.
Where romance is born
Tender melody at dawn.

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A Melody At Dawn 1933 Gracie Fields
by Harry Parr-Davies
copyright 1933 by Francis, Day and Hunter Ltd., London
sequence and karaoke by Dr. Pitt-Payne in London UK
on Friday 09 May 2003 at 11.46
in association with Doug Grierson
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featured in Gracie Fields' film
'This Week Of Grace'
A Radio Picture
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