One Little Year - Arthur B. Rubinstein, Goodtime Charley Orchestra

one little year from the girl to the maid

from the maid to the witch and the whore

one little year from a virgin, to savior of france

to a tust on the floor

why do they make it so hard to believe

when they make it so easy to doubt?

any old saint with a trick up his sleeve

they convince me by pulling one out

it’s more blessed to give than recieve is it not?

all that i’m asking is one little sign

i’ll be greatful the rest of my days

nobody has to say thanks, but if somebody wants to say thanks

i can think of a few better ways

how many nights from the joan that was sure that her charley would break down

the door?

too many nights from the joan who was sure she could make him a man

to the joan who’s not sure any more

my, sweet charley!

why, sweet charley?

charley!

one drop of rain and my fairweathered friend is afraid that he’s going to get

wet

charley, you said we’d be friends 'till the end, all i’m asking my friend

is how near to the end can it get?

why, sweet charley?

my, sweet charley!

didn’t i touch you deep enough?

didn’t i make you strong enough?

wasn’t i with you long enough?

charley!

charley!

charley!

one little year from a boy to a king

but how long from a king to a man?

prove to me charley you’re my kind of king

you can prove it today to me

thunder your way to me

trample your way to me

trumpet your way to me

don’t let our glory end here

after one little year!