You Don't Remind Me - Cole Porter, Frank Sinatra, MGM Orchestra

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