A friend once posted on Facebook that her guy was “dreamy”. I wondered why we don’t use that word much anymore since its hey-day in the 1950s. My mind must have been pondering this idea while I slept because as I walked to work the next day, this song came into being. Subsequently, it has a nice “walking” tempo. Last year, in Gela Sicily, over a lunch break at the Barry Harris’ Jazz Workshop, I was able to record the song in the classroom.  On this link to our audio recording, you can hear Angelo Di Leonforte’s stride piano interpretation; so fun!

My Dreamy Man
© Laurie Early

I love your face
I love your style
I love the way you
always make me
smile

You, you, you
you are my dreamy man.

I love your eyes
I love your mind
I love the way you
always make it
easy to unwind

You, you, you
you are my dreamy man.

I love the way you always
cheer me up
when life gets blue

You always help me to be
everything that I can
I know that I could never, ever,
live without you
Oh, my dreamy man. 

I love your lips
I love your heart
I love the way you
always kiss me when we part

You, you, you
you are my dreamy,
cool, ice
creamy man.

Oh, you, you, you,
you are my dreamy man.