Testo The Man That Got Away Ella Fitzgerald
The night is bitter,
The stars have lost their glitter,
The winds grow colder,
And suddenly youâre older
And all because of
The man that got away.
No more his eager call,
The writingâs on the wall,
The dreams you dreamed have all
Gone astray.
The man that won you
Has run off and undone you.
That great beginning
Has seen itâs final inning,
Donât know what happened
Itâs all a crazy game.
No more that all-time thrill
For youâve been through the mill,
And never a new love will
Be the same.
Good riddance, good-bye.
Every trick of his youâre on to -
But fools will be fools and whereâs he gone to?
The road gets rougher,
Itâs lonelier and tougher.
With hope you burn up,
Tomorrow he may turn up.
Thereâs just no letup
The livelong night and day.
Ever since this world began
There is nothing sadder than
A one-man woman
Looking for the man that got away . . .
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The road gets rougher,
Itâs lonelier and tougher.
With hope you burn up,
Tomorrow he may turn up.
Thereâs just no letup
The livelong night and day.
Ever since this world began
There is nothing sadder than
A one-man woman
Looking for the man
The man that got away . . .
The man that got away . . .