That Old Black Magic Songtext
von Glenn Miller

We′d like to continue with an outstanding example
Of a great song by Johnny Mercer and Harold Ireland
From the Paramount Picture store's spangled rhythm
Recorded in July of 1942
From the very last recording day before Glen entered the Army
We bring back Ray Eboli and the Modernaires to bring you that old black magic
And here they are

That old black magic has me in its spell
That old black magic that you weave so well
Those icy fingers up and down my spine
The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine


The same old tingle that I feel inside
Then that elevator starts its ride
And down and down I go, round and round I go
Like a leaf caught in the tide

I should stay away, but what can I do?
I hear your name and I′m aflame
Aflame with such a burning desire
(That only your kiss can put out the fire)

'Cause you're the lover I have waited for
The mate that fate had me created for
(And every time your lips meet mine)
Darling, down and down I go, round and round I go
In a spin, loving that spin I′m in
Under that old black magic called love
(Under that old black magic called love)