I'm confessin' that I need you, honest I do, need you every moment.
In your eyes I read such strange things, but your lips deny they're true,
Will your answer really change things, making me blue?
I'm afraid some day you'll leave me, saying "Can't we still be friends?",
If you go, you know you'll grieve me, all in life on you depends.
Am I guessing that you love me, dreaming dreams of you in vain?
I'm confessing that I love you, over again
Ella Jane Fitzgerald (April 25, 1917 – June 15, 1996) was an American jazz vocalist with a vocal range spanning three octaves (D♭3 to D♭6). Often referred to as the "First Lady of Song" and the "Queen of Jazz," she was noted for her purity of tone, impeccable diction, phrasing and intonation, and a "horn-like" improvisational ability, particularly in her scat singing.
Fitzgerald was a notable interpreter of the Great American Songbook. Over the course of her 60-year recording career ... Read More