Philip Melancon - Sunday Afternoon At The Columns Hotel lyrics

Falling in love at the Columns Hotel One Sunday afternoon with you Music was playing games with my memory My mind was a-fizz with champagne My head, it was spinning, You looked rather faint Then lucky for us it rained That Sunday afternoon at the Columns Hotel Falling in love at the Columns Hotel One Sunday afternoon with you A chorus of crickets, the tinkling of gla** The uneven rhythm of the streetcars pa** Framed in the doorway, tethered by a song We could have made a scene Had not that waiter come along That Sunday afternoon at the Columns Hotel We traded stories, we told too much Though it seems we hardly spoke a word As you gathered phrases to splice in a poem I gathered lines to tie in this song Falling in love at the Columns Hotel One Sunday afternoon with you Sometime between the salmon and the cheescake My heart went a-flutter and I went over the brink And as we were falling with ease to the breeze My heart was composing this harmony For Sundays with you were emeralds and diamonds, Gershwin and Porter, the moment was timeless That Sunday afternoon at the Columns Hotel