Laura

Sinatra Frank

Laura is the face in the misty lights
Footsteps that you hear down the hall

The love that floats on a summer night
That you can never quite recall

And you see Laura on a train that is passing through
Tho-o-o-se eye-e-e-e-e-s how familiar they seem

She gave her very first kiss to you
That was Laura but she's only a dream
The love that floats on a summer night
That you can never quite recall

And you see Laura on a train that is passing through
Tho-o-o-se eye-e-e-e-s how familiar they seem

She gave your very first kiss to you
That was Laura but she's only a dream