The thrill is gone
The thrill is gone
I can see it in your eyes
I can hear it in your sighs
Feel your touch and realize
The thrill is gone.
The nighst are cold,
For love is old,
Love was grand when love was new,
Birds were singin', skies were blue,
Now it don’t appeal to you.
The thrill is gone.
This is the end,
So why pretend
And let it linger on?
The thrill is gone.
The nighst are cold,
For love is old,
Love was grand when love was new,
Birds were singin', skies were blue,
Now it don’t appeal to you.
The thrill is gone.
This is the end,
So why pretend
And let it linger on?
The thrill is gone.
The thrill is gone.
The thrill is gone.
The thrill is gone.
I wonder if she was a big fan of Nina Simone. I get some of the same feelings listening to her here,that I get from Nina. No one has ever done that for me. I absolutely love this piece. Wow.........