Old Folks - Anita O'Day

Never thought I’d fall, but when I hear you call,

I’m getting sentimental over you.

Things you say and do just thrill me through and through,

I’m getting sentimental over you.

I thought I was happy I could live without love,

Now I must admit, love is all I’m thinking of.

Won’t ypu please be kind, and just make up your mind

That you’ll be sweet and gentle, be gentle with me

`Cause I’m getting sentimental over you.