HANDFUL OF STARS, A
Ted Shapiro (m) Jack Lawrence (l)

as rec by Nat "King" Cole w Nelson Riddle & 
his Orchestra  
1953

arb-
Ray Eberle w Miller & his Orch  '38
Dinah Washington '62
Bob Eberly e Jimmy Dorsey & his Orch
Ina Rae Hutton
Tony Martin
Johnny Mathis
Ray Noble & his Orch
Diana Panton
Artie Shaw & his Orch


I recall a story,
A night of love and glory,
A night that left my heart romantic stars.
We stood so near to heaven
That I reached clear to heaven
And gathered you a handful of stars!

Sweet remembered hour
When love began to flower,
With moonlight through the trees like silver bars;
And as the moon grew older,
I reached across your shoulder
And gathered you a handful of stars!

I place my fingertips upon your lips,
The stars fell in your eyes,
The moonglow made a halo of your hair.
Suddenly you looked at me
And dreams began to rise;
Oh what things unspoken trembled in the air!

Our hearts were madly beating,
And then our lips were meeting,
And Venus seemed to melt right into Mars!
And while we stood caressing,
Blue heaven sent a blessing,
A shower of a handful of stars!

Our hearts were madly beating,
And then our lips were meeting,
And Venus seemed to melt right into Mars!
And while we stood caressing,
Blue heaven sent a blessing,
A shower of a handful of stars!



(Transcribed by Peter Akers - February 2012)

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A HANDFUL OF STARS

Johnny Mathis (1958)
(from album Warm)


I recall a story,
A night of love and glory,
A night that left my heart romantic scars.
We stood so near to heaven,
That I reached clear to heaven,
And gathered you a handful of stars.

Sweet remembered hour,
When love began to flower,
With moonlight through the trees like silver bars,
And as the moon grew older,
I reached across your shoulder,
And gathered you a handful of stars.

I placed my fingertips, upon your lips,
And stars fell in your eyes,
Moonglow made a halo of your hair,
Suddenly you looked at me and dreams began to rise,
Oh, what things unspoken, trembled in the air.

Our hearts were madly beating,
And then our lips were meeting,
And Venus seemed to melt right into Mars.
Then while we stood caressing,
Blue heaven sent a blessing,
A shower of a handful of stars.

(bridge)

Our hearts were madly beating,
And then our lips were meeting,
And Venus seemed to melt right into Mars.
Then while we stood caressing,
Blue heaven sent a blessing,
A shower of a handful of stars.




(Transcribed by David Story - January 2013)