Lyrics You Must Believe in Spring (alternate take #4) - Tony Bennett
                                                When 
                                                lonely 
                                                feelings 
                                                chill
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                meadows 
                                                of 
                                                your 
                                                mind
 
                                    
                                
                                                Just 
                                                think 
                                                if 
                                                winter 
                                                comes
 
                                    
                                
                                                Can 
                                                spring 
                                                be 
                                                far 
                                                behind?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Beneath 
                                                the 
                                                deepest 
                                                snows
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                secret 
                                                of 
                                                    a 
                                                rose
 
                                    
                                
                                                Is 
                                                merely 
                                                that 
                                                it 
                                                knows
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                must 
                                                believe 
                                                in 
                                                spring
 
                                    
                                
                                                Just 
                                                as 
                                                    a 
                                                tree 
                                                is 
                                                sure
 
                                    
                                
                                                Its 
                                                leaves 
                                                will 
                                                reappear
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                knows 
                                                its 
                                                emptiness
 
                                    
                                
                                                Is 
                                                just 
                                                    a 
                                                time 
                                                of 
                                                year
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                frozen 
                                                mountains 
                                                dreams
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                April's 
                                                melting 
                                                streams
 
                                    
                                
                                                How 
                                                crystal 
                                                clear 
                                                it 
                                                seems
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                must 
                                                believe 
                                                in 
                                                spring
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                must 
                                                believe 
                                                in 
                                                love
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                trust 
                                                it's 
                                                on 
                                                its 
                                                way
 
                                    
                                
                                                Just 
                                                as 
                                                    a 
                                                sleeping 
                                                rose
 
                                    
                                
                                                Awaits 
                                                the 
                                                kiss 
                                                of 
                                                May
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                world 
                                                of 
                                                snow
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                things 
                                                that 
                                                come 
                                                and 
                                                go
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                what 
                                                you 
                                                think 
                                                you 
                                                know
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                can't 
                                                be 
                                                certain 
                                                of
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                must 
                                                believe 
                                                in 
                                                spring 
                                                and 
                                                love
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                must 
                                                believe 
                                                in 
                                                love
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                trust 
                                                it's 
                                                on 
                                                its 
                                                way
 
                                    
                                
                                                Just 
                                                as 
                                                    a 
                                                sleeping 
                                                rose
 
                                    
                                
                                                Awaits 
                                                the 
                                                kiss 
                                                of 
                                                May
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                world 
                                                of 
                                                snow
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                things 
                                                that 
                                                come 
                                                and 
                                                go
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                what 
                                                you 
                                                think 
                                                you 
                                                know
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                can't 
                                                be 
                                                certain 
                                                of
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                must 
                                                believe 
                                                in 
                                                spring 
                                                and 
                                                love
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 Cole Porter Medley: What Is This Thing Called Love / Love for Sale / You'd Be So Nice to Come Home To / Easy to Love / It's Alright With Me / Night and Day / Dream Dancing / I've Got You Under My Skin / Get Out of Town / What Is This Thing Called Love (reprise)
2 There's Always Tomorrow
3 Thou Swell (Take 1)
4 The Bad and the Beautiful
5 Lucky to Be Me
6 A Child Is Born
7 The Two Lonely People
8 You Must Believe in Spring
9 The Bad and the Beautiful [alternate take #1]
10 The Bad and the Beautiful [alternate take #2]
11 Make Someone Happy [alternate take #5]
12 You're Nearer [alternate take #9]
13 A Child Is Born [alternate take #2]
14 A Child Is Born [alternate take #7]
15 The Two Lonely People [alternate take #5]
16 You Don't Know What Love Is [alternate take #16]
17 You Don't Know What Love Is [alternate take #18]
18 Maybe September (alternate take #5)
19 Maybe September (alternate take #8)
20 Lonely Girl (alternate take #1)
21 You Must Believe in Spring (alternate take #1)
22 You Must Believe in Spring (alternate take #4)
23 Who Can I Turn To? (alternate take #6)
24 Softly, as in a Morning Sunrise (instrumental)
25 Stompin' at the Savoy (instrumental)
26 It Don't Mean a Thing (If It Ain't Got That Swing) (instrumental)
27 Let's Do It (instrumental)
28 'S Wonderful
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