Here, for your listening pleasure, is a unique version by Liza and (drumroll) Pavarotti. It’s energetic, it’s affectionate (love that city!), and it’s fun.

And don’t forget: If you can make it there, you can make it anywhere. Of course, “making it” is an ambiguous term.

I’ll offer you two videos. Both feature Chet Baker with vocals by Elvis Costello, and both include the equally beautiful and haunting “I’m a Fool To Want You.” Here’s the 8-minute version, which begins and ends with “You Don’t Know What Love is,” and here’s the shorter version, which consists of the latter third or so of the first.

I recommend the longer one. It’s worthy of Helen’s best wine or IB’s martini straight up.

I haven’t drunk Scotch in years, and I never drank it with soda, but I’ve always loved this song. Sung by Dave Guard and the Kingston Trio, it instantly conjures up young males . . . beaches . . . boats . . . sexy, witty, ardent young males . . .sigh. You get the picture. I had a big crush on Dave when this song was a hit for them. (I’m sure he could have been witty and ardent, given half a chance.) But I’ve moved on. Fully aware of how useless it is to conjure up young males these days, I’ve instead turned my attention to the wonderful nuances of Laurel Masse’s version. If I could sing vicariously through someone, Laurel would be it.

All of which is a lot easier than singing this song. Someday I’ll work on it until I’m confident enough to sing it in front of someone other than my dogs and cats. Here’s a cool version by Laurel Masse, one of the founding members of Manhattan Transfer. She does it in true “jazz to cocktails” style.

It’s a great video for other reasons, too. Joan Baez, Earl Scruggs, his son, her living room. You’ll want to be there.

If I had to name one song that I’ve sung more than any other over the past 35 years or so, it would be this one. The same is true today . . . If want to just relax and let the music out, I sit down at the piano and listen to some G chords and then some C chords and then begin, “Across the morning sky, all the birds are leaving . . . “

Here’s my favorite version, by Judy Collins. Cool visual—the opening of a Patricia Neal movie.

The song was written by Sandy Denny, another talent who died young. You can read about her here.

Here’s a completely different version by another great musician, Keith Jarrett.

Hard to find a good version of this lovely song on YouTube. Joni James’ voice is a little sweet for my taste, but for those of us who liked Remington Steele, this video is fun. Pierce Brosnan never looked bad a day in his life, I suspect. But I used to wonder about those pursed-lip kisses of his. Perhaps the explanation is a less-than-affectionate relationship between the two actors.

This one on the other hand, is probably the worst professional treatment of the song I’ve ever heard. Sorry, Deloney, but Bryan Ferry bombs out here. I hate the horns, the self-impressed girl, the whole bit. And I think the arrangement uses the wrong chords. In fact, I know it does.