Cuban Nightingale (05-02-52) - Billy Taylor

Laura is the face in the misty light

Footsteps that you hear down the hall

The LAUGH that floats on a summer night

That you can never quite recall

And you see Laura on a train that is passing through

Those eyes how familiar they seem

She gave your very first kiss to you

That was Laura but she’s only a dream

She gave your very first kiss to you

That was Laura

But she’s only a dream