STORY OF OUR LOVE AFFAIR, THE
Davis

as rec by Maxine Sullivan w The Cedric Wallace Orch  November 1944 New York


I met you in June
Beneath the bright moon,
Romance was in the balmy air;
And that very night,
We started to write
The story of our love affair.

September nights came,
the thrill was the same,
You promised you would always care!
October then told,
In letters of gold,
The story of our love affair.

But when we greeted December,
There came a cold grey dawn;
When you forgot to remember,
The flame of love was gone!

A chapter appears,
All blotted with tears,
Its pages tell of deep despair;
And now I pretend
We've not reached the end,
The story of our love affair.

When we greeted December,
There came a cold grey dawn;
When you forgot to remember,
The flame of love was gone!

A chapter appears,
All blotted with tears,
Its pages tell of deep despair;
And now I pretend
We've not reached the end,
The story of our love affair.







(Transcribed by Peter Akers - June 2012)