When Love Beckoned

When Love Beckoned - Gertrude Niesen

I used to dream

Of a starlighted stream

Where my man and I would first meet

So try to surmise

My terrific surprise

When love beckoned in fifty second street

I thought a breeze

Would appear in the trees

And sing something tender and sweet

But how could it sing

With a band playing swing

When love beckoned in fifty second street

Now when we want to cook

Country lanes are taboo

And old west fifty two

Is our favourite beach

When we're on our beach

So you can bet

I shall never forget

That mad second

When I first reckoned

That love beckoned

In fifty second street