A sleepy lagoon, a tropical moon and two on an island
A sleepy lagoon and two hearts in tune in some lullaby land
The fireflies' gleam reflects in the stream
They sparkle and shimmer
A star from on high falls out of the sky
And slowly grows dimmer
The leaves from the trees all dance in the breeze
And float on the ripples
We’re deep in a spell as nightingales tell
Of roses and dew
The memory of this moment of love
Will haunt me forever
A tropical moon, a sleepy lagoon
And you
I remember listening to this song by Harry at the Oro and Opal bars/coffee shops at Yurakacho station in Tokyo in the late '50's. While stationed at Shiroi Air Base out in the Chiba Prefecture. Good times. Just up the street from the Rocker Four and the New Yorker.
no trumpeter sounds like Harry--his tonal sound/style--fat and expressive--is unique among trumpeters---I never thought the trumpet a particularly expressive instrument but when Harry plays he makes it sing--with true emotion--fabulous.
i remember this song growing up as child , and to this day it retains it's deep nostagic sound for those classic war years that have been permanently embedded in our memories.
Truly a great classic. My Dad used to play it with his orchestra as well. I grew up hearing this great song live. (Jimmie Hanson Orchestra). Dad spent most of his trumpet career in the shadow of singers and singing groups, being Rudee Vallee's trumpet man in the thirties, and then first trumpet in Fred Waring's Pennsylvanians in the 40s. He made up for that back home in Maine in the 50s, with his wonderful 16 piece orchestra.