Heavenly Thing

(Jack Little/Joe Young – 1935)

I'd like to thank your daddy and your mother
For bringing up a child like you
Although I know there'll never be another
To make a dream come true
Here's what they had to do:

They took the moonlight out of the skies
And put the moon right into your eyes
Like a June night, you're a heavenly thing

They took the fragrance out of the dew,
And sprinkled roses all over you
Like a garden, you’re a heavenly thing

They took the clinging vine for your embrace
Stars that shine light your face
To combine everything
On your lips they put the breath of spring

And then they finished, called it a day
They took the model and threw it away
Like an angel, you're a heavenly thing

Version to dig: Cleo Brown, Here Comes Cleo