Contented

A ballad from 1932.
Words by Roy Turk.
Music by Don Bestor.


Sheet music provided by Nicholas Leunissen:


Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:


Lyrics

  1. I thought that wealth meant lots of money
    I thought so till a certain time
    The time we met, and now it’s funny
    How little money means, for I’m

Chorus
Contented with you and with me
I’m contented, there needn’t be
Any sun or moon or sky of blue
You have me and I have you
Contented! I’m singing for
I’m contented, I want no more
For what more could I aspire to?
I’m on Heaven’s own doorstep
So contented with you

  1. To know that I have your affection
    To see the lovelight in your eyes
    That’s my idea of real perfection
    My goal in life is realized

Sung here by Vancha March: