I play this song to remember my dad who came to Australia from Poland after the war and didn't speak a word of English, but he loved this Bing Crosby song. He would have a whisky, put Bing Crosby on and get a warm happy buzz on, and even though I was raised here and couldn't speak Polish very well we understood each other. I miss him so much.
When they begin the beguine It brings back the sound of music so tender It brings back a night of tropical splendor It brings back a memory evergreen I'm with you once more under the stars And down by the shore an orchestra's playing And even the palms seem to be swaying When they begin the beguine To live it again is past all endeavor Except when that tune clutches my heart And there we are, swearing to love forever And promising never, never to part What moment's divine what rapture serene 'Til clouds came along to disperse The joys we had tasted And now when I hear people curse The chance that was wasted I know but too well what they mean So don't let them begin the beguine Let the love that was once a fire remain an ember Let it sleep like the dead desire I only remember When they begin the beguine Oh yes, let them begin the beguine, make them play 'Til the stars that were there before return above you 'Til you whisper to me once more, "Darling, I love you" And we suddenly know, what heaven we're in When they begin the beguine
Bing didn't record the Cole Porter tunes until later, and he remarked, that, "I waited to long." (to record such tunes with highs and lows). I learned so many wonderful and interesting things in his Fan Club, The International Crosby Circle, should anyone want to join or love Bing.
Ah, Der Bingle. I sported a similiar jacket, and hat when I was a big fan of his. Still a fan of the maestro, but a lot more cynical, and less impressionable.🤐🤐🤐🤐🤐🤐🤐
I play this song to remember my dad who came to Australia from Poland after the war and didn't speak a word of English, but he loved this Bing Crosby song. He would have a whisky, put Bing Crosby on and get a warm happy buzz on, and even though I was raised here and couldn't speak Polish very well we understood each other. I miss him so much.
As a child in California during the WW2, early 1940s, I used to listen to th song, on those old fashion radios..
Still the most romantic song after eighty years😍
When they begin the beguine
It brings back the sound of music so tender
It brings back a night of tropical splendor
It brings back a memory evergreen
I'm with you once more under the stars
And down by the shore an orchestra's playing
And even the palms seem to be swaying
When they begin the beguine
To live it again is past all endeavor
Except when that tune clutches my heart
And there we are, swearing to love forever
And promising never, never to part
What moment's divine what rapture serene
'Til clouds came along to disperse
The joys we had tasted
And now when I hear people curse
The chance that was wasted
I know but too well what they mean
So don't let them begin the beguine
Let the love that was once a fire remain an ember
Let it sleep like the dead desire I only remember
When they begin the beguine
Oh yes, let them begin the beguine, make them play
'Til the stars that were there before return above you
'Til you whisper to me once more, "Darling, I love you"
And we suddenly know, what heaven we're in
When they begin the beguine
Muchos son los que han interpretado esta romántica canción when they begin the beguine, pero ninguno como Bing Crosby, su voz es inconfundible.
Bing didn't record the Cole Porter tunes until later, and he remarked, that, "I waited to long." (to record such tunes with highs and lows). I learned so many wonderful and interesting things in his Fan Club, The International Crosby Circle, should anyone want to join or love Bing.
great...again, bingo
Dreamy.
Correct title: BEGIN THE BEGUINE. Beguine is a caribbean rhythm.
The old groaner.
Ah, Der Bingle. I sported a similiar jacket, and hat when I was a big fan of his. Still a fan of the maestro, but a lot more cynical, and less impressionable.🤐🤐🤐🤐🤐🤐🤐