George and Ira Gershwin were working on the film The Goldwyn Follies when George suddenly died of a brain tumor. The last thing George wrote was the melody of this song, which Ira completed after his passing.
Few people realize it's really about Ira's love for his brother and a bond that survives all challenges; even death.
The more I read the papers
The less I comprehend
The world and all its capers
And how it will all end,
Nothing seems to be lasting,
But that isn’t our affair;
We’ve got something permanent---
I mean, in the way we care
It’s very clear
Our love is here to stay
Not for a year
But ever and a day
The radio and the telephone
And the movies that we know
May be passing fancies---
And in time may go
But oh, my dear
Our love is here to stay
Together we’re
Going a long, long way
In time the Rockies may crumble,
Gibraltar may tumble
(They’re only made of clay)
But—our love is here to stay.
1 comment:
I like the watercolor, Chris, and I liked to read the story!
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