Wild Chestnuts Lyrics & Chords By Gil Fuller

That old black magic has me in its spell That old black magic that you weave so well Icy fingers up And down my spine The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine The same...read more

Your fingertips across my skin The palm trees swaying in the wind Images You sang me Spanish lullabies The sweetest sadness in your eyes Clever trick Well, I never want to...read more

I want to take you to a little room A little room where all the roses bloom I want to lead you into nature's hall Where every year the roses give a ball They have an orchestra...read more

Let's build a stairway to the stars And climb that stairway to the stars With love beside us to fill the night with a song We'll hear the sound of violins Out yonder where the...read more

Thanks for the memory Of sentimental verse, Nothing in my purse, And chuckles When the preacher said For better or for worse, How lovely it was. Thanks for the memory ...read more