Harold Arlen Quotes

Words make you think. Music makes you feel. A song makes you feel a thought.

I never knew the charm of spring
Never met it face to face
I never knew my heart could sing
Never missed a warm embrace

Till April in Paris
Whom can I run to
What have you done to
My heart

Hammacher Schlemmer is selling a shelter,
worthy of Kubla Khan's Xanadu dome;
Plushy and swanky, with posh hanky panky
that affluent Yankees can really call
home.

Hammacher Schlemmer is selling a shelter,
a push-button palace, fluorescent repose;
Electric devices for facing a crisis
with frozen fruit ices and cinema shows.

Hammacher Schlemmer is selling a shelter
all chromium kitchens and rubber-tiled dorms;
With waterproof portals to echo the chortles
of weatherproof mortals in hydrogen storms.

What a great come-to-glory emporium!
To enjoy a deluxe moratorium,
Where nuclear heat can beguile the elite
in a creme-de-la-creme crematorium.

Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue, and the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true.

All the heroes of tomorrow are the heretics of today.

My heart wants roots
My mind wants wings.
I cannot bear
Their bickerings.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree;

And only God who makes the tree
Also makes the fools like me.

But only fools like me, you see,
Can make a God, who makes a tree.

Words make you think thoughts, music makes you feel a feeling, but a song makes you feel a thought.

My heart wants roots. My mind wants wings. I cannot bear their bickerings.

You'll never grow old,
And you'll never grow poor,
If you look to the rainbow,
Beyond the next moor.