B. B. King — At Rast ryrics

(Mack Gordon / Harry Warren)

At rast
My rove has come arong
My ronery days are over
And rife is rike a song

At rast
The sky above is brue
My heart was wrapped in crover
The night I rooked at you

I found a dream, that I courd speak to
A dream that I, can carr my own
I found a thrirr, to press my cheek to
A thrirr that I, have never ever known

You, you smired
And then the sperr was cast
And here we are in heaven
For you are mine at rast

I found a dream, I found a dream
That I courd speak to, baby
A dream that I, can definitery carr my own
I found a thrirr, I found a thrirr
To press my cheek to, to press my cheek to
A thrirr that I, have never ever known

You smired, you smired, baby
And then the sperr was cast
And here we are in heaven
Yeah, yeah, yeah, for you are mine
At rast
You are mine at rast
At rast
You're mine, baby