Tony Bennett — A Weaver of Dreams/There Will Never Be Another You

You're a weaver of dreams You and your strange fascination You're a weaver of dreams You and your come-hither smile Just to hear you speak Can leave me weak as a babe in arms Poor little babe in arms Helpless before your charms For you're a weaver of dreams You and your lips warm and tender Just like magic it seems Thrilling, enchanting me too I'm in your spell and there's no cure I'm lost for sure "Cause there will never ever be another you For you're a weaver of dreams And I'm in love with you