Written by: Cole Porter
Arranged by: Axel Stordahl
Label: Columbia Records
Recorded: November 16, 1950
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You don't remind me of the iris
in spring,
Or of dawn on the mountain when
the bluebirds start to sing.
You don't remind me of the
breeze on the bay,
Or a star in the fountain where
the silver fishes play.
Through the moonglow in
September,
You reveal no resemblance of the
first snow in November,
You're not even a semblance.
No, you don't remind me of the
world around me,
For behind me for so much such,
My love for you blinds me,
That my darling you only remind
me of you,
Of you, of you.