'round Midnight

Chris Connor · Other Songs - Chris Connor

It begins to tell,

'Round midnight, midnight.

I do pretty well, till after sundown,

Suppertime I'm feelin' sad;

But it really gets bad,

'Round midnight.

Memories always start 'round midnight

Haven't got the heart to stand those memories,

When my heart is still with you,

And ol' midnight knows it, too.

When a quarrel we had needs mending,

Does it mean that our love is ending.

Darlin' I need you, lately I find

You're out of my heart,

And I'm out of my mind.

Let our hearts take wings'

Round midnight, midnight

Let the angels sing,

for your returning.

Till our love is safe and sound.

And old midnight comes around.

Feelin' sad,

Really gets bad

Round, Round, Round Midnight

'round Midnight

Chris Connor's rendition of 'round Midnight stands as a definitive example of her sophisticated approach to the jazz canon. Known for her cool, understated delivery and impeccable phrasing, Connor transformed this Thelonious Monk composition into a personal signature. Her interpretation captures the song's inherent melancholy while maintaining a sense of intimate elegance that defined her vocal style during the mid-20th century. This recording highlights her ability to navigate complex harmonic structures with natural grace, avoiding excessive ornamentation in favor of emotional clarity. As a staple of the Great American Songbook, the track remains a testament to Connor's enduring influence on vocal jazz, showcasing her mastery of mood and atmosphere without relying on dramatic flourishes.