Lyrics:

Sammy Kahn / Saul Chaplin / Mann Holiner / Alberta Nichols / L.E. Freeman I'd wait for youI'd slave for youI'd be a beggar or a knave for youIf that isn't love, it will have to doUntil the real thing comes alongI'd gladly moveThe earth for youTo prove my love, dearAnd its worth for youIf that isn't love, it will have to doUntil the real thing comes along.With all the words, dear, at my commandI just can't make you understandI'll always love you darlingCome what mayMy heart is yoursWhat more can I say?I'd lie for youI'd sigh for youI'd tear the stars down from the sky for youIf that isn't love, it will have to doUntil the real thing comes alongWith all the words, dear, at my commandI just can't make you understandI'll always love you babyCome what mayMy heart is yoursWhat more can I say?I'd lie for youI'd cry for youI'd lay my body down and die tor youIf that isn't love, it will have to doUntil the real thing comes along

Billie Holiday Until The Real Thing Comes Along