Sarah Vaughan Lyrics     Sarah Vaughan first amazed Bop musicians and the public when she was a teenager singing with Billie Eckstine's big band. She earned the nickname "Sassy" for her salty tongue, but Vaughan quickly became known as the "Divine One" for her awe-inspiring vocal abilities. Vaughan had a multi-octave range that she could employ with (seemingly) wild abandon or with surgical precision to get at the core of a song and during the 1950s and '60s she cut a remarkable mix of trio, Big Band and orchestral albums for the Mercury label. Whether Vaughan reconfigured the melody of a standard, sang a show tune straight, or slowed a ballad down to a crawl, the song became her own. She had the same struggles as other star vocalists when jazz was bumped from the pop scene in the mid-1960s but she rebounded nicely in the '70s with a great string of recordings on the Pablo label. While Sarah Vaughan remains one of the most influential singers in jazz and pop history -- Anita Baker, Dianne Reeves and others still carry her torch -- no one has ever topped her at her own game. Download Sarah Vaughan MP3s here Buy rare Sarah Vaughan vinyl records, CDs and rare music albums: After Hours Brazilian Romance Broken Hearted Melody Golden Hits Misty    Sarah Vaughan Sassy Sings The Mancini Songbook Songs Of The Beatles    Swingin' Easy The Divine One Viva Vaughan You're Mine You

Sarah Vaughan Song Lyric: Poor Butterfly There's a story told of a little Japanese. Sitting demurely 'neath the cherry blossom trees. Miss Butterfly's her name. A sweet little innocent child was she 'Till a fine young American from the sea To her garden came. They met 'neath the cherry blossoms everyday. And he taught her how to love the American way. To love with her soul t'was easy to learn. Then he sailed away with a promise to return. Poor butterfly 'Neath the blossoms waiting. Poor Butterfly For she loved him so. The moments pass into hours. The hours pass into years. And as she smiles through her tears, She murmurs low: The moon and I know that he'll be faithful I'm sure he'll come to me by and by. But if he won't come back then I'll never sigh or cry, I just must die. Poor butterfly. Get This Ringtone Just One Of Those Things Lover Man Lullaby Of Birdland Perdido Poor Butterfly September In The Rain September Song Smoke Gets In Your Eyes whatever lola wants

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