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MEDLEY: I CONCENTRATE ON YOU/YOU GO TO MY HEAD
Ella Fitzgerald


Whenever skies look grey to me
And trouble begins to brew
Whenever the winter winds
Begin to blow
I concentrate on you

When fortune cries nay, nay to me
And people declare you're through
Whenever the blues becomes my only song
I concentrate on you

On your smile to sweet so tender
When first my kiss you deny
On the love in your eyes
When you surrender
And once again our arms entertwine

And so when wise men say to me
That loves young dreams never come true
To prove that even wise men can be wrong
I concentrate on you.


You go to my head and you linger like a haunting refrain
And I find you spinning 'round in my
brain
Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne
You go to my head like a sip of sparkling Burgundy brew

And I find the very mention of you
Like the kicker in a julep or two

The thrill of the thought that
you might give a thought to my plea
Cast a spell over me
Still I say to myself get a hold of
yourself
Can't you see that it never can be

You go to my head with a smile that makes my temperature
rise
Like a summer with a thousand Julies
You intoxicate my soul with your eyes
Though I'm certain
that this heart of mine
Hasn't a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance
You go to my head
You go to


ELLA FITZGERALD

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