Who Sang Mountain Greenery? Ella Fitzgerald
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Credits
publisher: ©Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
writers: Lorenz Hart, Richard Rodgers
release date: 1956
genres: Jazz Stage & Screen
styles: Big Band/Swing
length: 2:16
producer: Norman Granz
engineer: Val Valentin
arranger: Buddy Bregman
orchestrator: Buddy Bregman
baritone saxophone: Chuck Gentry
bass: Joe Mondragon
bass trombone: George Roberts
conductor: Buddy Bregman
flugelhorn: Vincent DeRosa
flute: Ted Nash, Bob Cooper, Bud Shank and Maurice Stein
guitar: Barney Kessel
piano: Paul Smith
saxophone: Ted Nash, Maurice Stein, Bud Shank and Bob Cooper
trombone: Milt Bernhart, Lloyd Ulyate and Joe Howard
trumpet: Ray Linn, Pete Candoli, Conrad Gozzo and Maynard Ferguson
vocal: Ella Fitzgerald
drums (drum set): Alvin Stoller
lyricist: Lorenz Hart
composer: Richard Rodgers
On the first of may, it is moving day,
Spring is here, so blow your job,
Throw your job away!
Now's the time to trust,
To your wanderlust,
In the city's dust you wait, must you wait
Just you wait.......!
In a mountain greenery,
Where god paints the scenery
Just two crazy people together.
While you love your lover,
Let blue skies, be your cover-let,
When it rains we'll laugh at the weather.
And if you're good,
I'll search for wood,
So you can cook... while i stand look-in'
Beans could get no keener reception in a beanery
Bless our mountain greenery home!
Mosquitoes here,
Won't bite you dear,
I'll let them sting, me on the finger!
We could find no cleaner retreat from life's machinery
Then our mountain greenery home.
Spring is here, so blow your job,
Throw your job away!
Now's the time to trust,
To your wanderlust,
In the city's dust you wait, must you wait
Just you wait.......!
In a mountain greenery,
Where god paints the scenery
Just two crazy people together.
While you love your lover,
Let blue skies, be your cover-let,
When it rains we'll laugh at the weather.
And if you're good,
I'll search for wood,
So you can cook... while i stand look-in'
Beans could get no keener reception in a beanery
Bless our mountain greenery home!
Mosquitoes here,
Won't bite you dear,
I'll let them sting, me on the finger!
We could find no cleaner retreat from life's machinery
Then our mountain greenery home.
