Americký zpěvák, pianista, kytarista a skladatel, vl. jm. Harry Edward Nelson, nar. 1941, původem z N.Y.C., později žije v Kalifornii. Počátkem 60. let má Harry Nilsson několik neúspěšných singlů, první alba jsou ovlivněna stylem Beatles....

Píseň: Just One Look / Baby I'm Yours

Interpret:
Harry Nilsson
Album:
That´s The Way It Is
Just one look that's all it took, yeah
Just one look that's all it took, yeah


Just one look
And I felt so I, I, I'm in love with you, oh, oh
I found out how good it feels to have your love, oh oh
Say you will, will be mine forever and always, oh oh
Just one look and I knew that you were my only one, oh, oh


I thought I was dreamin' but I was wrong, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, but I'm gonna keep on schemin'
'Till I can make you, make you my own


So you see I really care without you I'm nothing, oh, oh
Just one look and I know I'll get you some day, oh, oh


I thought I was dreamin' but I was wrong, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, but I'm gonna keep on schemin'
'Till I can make you, make you my own


Just one look, that's all it took, yeah
Just one look, that's all it took, yeah
Just one look, that's all it took, yeah
Just one look, that's all it took, yeah
Just one look, that's all it took, yeah
Just one look, that's all it took, yeah 


Baby, I'm yours (baby, I'm yours)
And I'll be yours (yours) until the stars fall from the sky-y-y-y-y
Yours (yours) until the rivers all run dry
In other words, until I di-i-ie


Baby, I'm yours (baby, I'm yours)
And I'll be yours (yours) until the sun no longer shi-i-i-i-ines
Yours (yours) until the poets run out of rhyme
In other words, until the end of time


I'm gonna stay right here by your side
Do my best to keep you satisfied
Nothin' in the world can drive me away
Every day you'll hear me say


Baby, I'm yours (baby, I'm yours)
And I'll be yours (yours) until two and two is three-ee-ee-ee-ee
Yours (yours) until the mountain crumbles to the sea
In other words, until eternity


Baby, I'm yours
Till the stars fall from the sky
Baby, I'm yours
Till the rivers all run dry
Baby, I'm yours
[FADE]
Till the poets run out of rhyme