| <Frank Sinatra> page <The Columbia Years 1943-1952: The Complete Recordings (CD 11)> album page |
You Don't Remind MeYou don't remind me of the iris in spring,Or of dawn on the mountain when the bluebirds start to sing. You don't remind me of the breeze on the bay, Or a star in the fountain where the silver fishes play. Through the moonglow in September, You reveal no resemblance of the first snow in November, You're not even a semblance. No, you don't… |