A Needle in a Haystack
Though, its like looking for a needle in a haystack,
Still I'll follow every little clue,
For I've got to find you.
It was a case of love at first sight,
The sparkle in your eyes, the splendor of the night,
It was a case of love at first sight, I know.
Life was so gay, and then like the dawn,
One moment you were here, and then I found you gone.
Although I've lost you, we'll meet again, I know.
Its just like looking for a needle in a haystack,
Searching for a moonbeam in the blue,
Still, I've got to find you.
Its just like looking for a raindrop in the ocean,
Searching for a dew drop, in the dew,
Still i've got to find you.
I haunt the place, where we used to meet,
Look at each face, I pass on the street,
Sometimes I hear the beat of your feet,
But its just imagination.
Though its like looking for a needle in a haystack,
Still I'll follow every little clue,
For I've got to find you.
I haunt the place, where we used to meet,
Look at each face, I pass on the street,
Sometimes I hear the beat of your feet,
But its just imagination.
Though its like looking for a needle in a haystack,
Still I'll follow every little clue,
For I've got to find you.
Still I'll follow every little clue,
For I've got to find you.
It was a case of love at first sight,
The sparkle in your eyes, the splendor of the night,
It was a case of love at first sight, I know.
Life was so gay, and then like the dawn,
One moment you were here, and then I found you gone.
Although I've lost you, we'll meet again, I know.
Its just like looking for a needle in a haystack,
Searching for a moonbeam in the blue,
Still, I've got to find you.
Its just like looking for a raindrop in the ocean,
Searching for a dew drop, in the dew,
Still i've got to find you.
I haunt the place, where we used to meet,
Look at each face, I pass on the street,
Sometimes I hear the beat of your feet,
But its just imagination.
Though its like looking for a needle in a haystack,
Still I'll follow every little clue,
For I've got to find you.
I haunt the place, where we used to meet,
Look at each face, I pass on the street,
Sometimes I hear the beat of your feet,
But its just imagination.
Though its like looking for a needle in a haystack,
Still I'll follow every little clue,
For I've got to find you.
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Writer(s): Herbert Magidson, Con Conrad
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- Good Night Sweetheart
- Dancing With Tears in My Eyes
- Don't Tell Him What Happened to Me
- A Needle in a Haystack
- Whose Honey Are You
- Keep Romance Alive
- I'm Falling in Love
- I'm Bringing a Red, Red Rose
- Ain't Misbehavin'
- Funny, Dear, What Love Can do
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