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Nat King Cole – Unforgettable (1951)

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About the Song

“Unforgettable” is one of Nat King Cole’s most iconic songs, and it remains a popular standard today. Released in 1951, the song quickly became a hit, and it has been covered by numerous artists over the years.

Cole’s smooth and velvety voice is perfectly suited to the song’s romantic and sentimental lyrics. The song’s melody is simple yet memorable, and the arrangement is understated, allowing Cole’s voice to shine.

The lyrics of “Unforgettable” express the deep love and affection that the singer feels for his partner. The song’s message is timeless, and it resonates with listeners of all ages and backgrounds.

In addition to its beautiful melody and lyrics, “Unforgettable” is also notable for its production quality. The song was recorded in high fidelity, and the sound quality is still excellent today.

“Unforgettable” is one of Nat King Cole’s greatest hits, and it remains a popular standard today. It is a testament to his talent as a singer and songwriter, and it is a song that will continue to be enjoyed for many years to come.

Here are some additional details about the song:

  • Composer: Irving Gordon
  • Arranger: Gordon Jenkins
  • Label: Capitol Records
  • Release date: 1951
  • Genre: Pop, Jazz
  • Awards: Grammy Hall of Fame (2001)

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Lyrics:Unforgettable

Unforgettable, that’s what you are
Unforgettable though near or far
Like a song of love that clings to me
How the thought of you does things to me
Never before has someone been more

Unforgettable in every way
And forever more, that’s how you’ll stay
That’s why, darling, it’s incredible
That someone so unforgettable
Thinks that I am unforgettable too

Unforgettable in every way
And forever more, that’s how you’ll stay
That’s why, darling, it’s incredible
That someone so unforgettable
Thinks that I am unforgettable too

 

 

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