We met at nine -- We met at eight,
I was on time -- No, you were late.
Ah, yes, I remember it well
We dined with friends -- We dined alone.
A tenor sang -- A baritone!
Ah, yes! I remember it well.
That dazzling April moon -- There was none that night
And the month was June. That's right, that's right...
It warms my heart to know that you remember still the way you do --
Ah, yes...I remember it well.
How often I've thought of that Friday -- Monday! -- night
When we had our last rendezvous
And somehow I foolishly wondered if you might
By some chance be thinking of it too?
That carriage ride -- You walked me home
You lost a glove! I lost a comb!
Ah -- yes, I remember it well.
That brilliant sky -- We had some rain
Those Russian songs -- From sunny Spain!
Ah -- yes -- I remember it well --
You wore a gown of gold! I was all in blue.
Am I getting old? Oh, no, not you!
How strong you were, how young and gay
A prince of love in every way...
Ah, yes...I remember it well.
-- Alan Jay Lerner, lyricist
Love Gigi, such a great show.
He didn’t mention one of my faces that uses “glove” to rhyme: “people will say we’re in love” from Oklahoma.