come to me tenderly in the June night

Frank Sinatra had four wives. Three kids.

I wonder if the last wife was his favorite. I mean, they were married the longest. Or if the first one was. I mean, that's when he released his best songs, after all. Or I wonder if his songs were so enchanting then because he hadn't loved yet. Sometimes, I think the best art comes from being unfulfilled (unfortunately)...

I wonder.

I also wonder if good ole Frankie was involved in the Mafia, like they said he was.

I wonder.


I stand at your gate.
And the song that I sing is of moonlight.
I stand and I wait
For the touch of your hand in the June night.
The roses are sighing a moonlight serenade.

The stars are aglow.
And tonight how their light sets me dreaming.
My love, do you know
That your eyes are like stars brightly beaming?
I bring you, and I sing you a moonlight serenade.

Let us stray 'til break of day
In love's valley of dreams.
Just you and I, a summer sky,
A heavenly breeze, kissin' the trees.

So don't let me wait.
Come to me tenderly in the June night.
I stand at your gate
And I sing you a song in the moonlight.
A love song, my darling, a moonlight serenade