♫ The Twelfth Of Never ♫

The “Twelfth of Never” is an expression that defines the date of a future event that will never happen at all.

This song was written in 1956 and recorded by Johnny Mathis the following year.  Mathis did not like the song at first, saying …

“I didn’t like it because it was all so repetitious, and nothing seemed to happen. And I was really Joe College at that time. I was right out of college and I was hot to trot. I wanted to do something, you know, rah-rah-rah, something earth-shattering – at least pyrotechnical.”

Twelfth of Never
Johnny Mathis

You ask me how much I need you, must I explain?
I need you, oh my darling, like roses need rain
You ask how long I’ll love you, I’ll tell you true
Until the Twelfth of Never, I’ll still be loving you

Hold me close, never let me go
Hold me close, melt my heart like April snow

I’ll love you ’til the bluebells forget to bloom
I’ll love you ’til the clover has lost its perfume
I’ll love you ’til the poets run out of rhyme
Until the Twelfth of Never and that’s a long, long time

Until the Twelfth of Never and that’s a long, long time

Songwriters: Jerry Livingston / Paul Webster
Twelfth of Never lyrics © Guy Webster/Webster Music

♫ Chances Are ♫

Released in 1957, this was Mathis’ first #1 hit single and was included on his compilation Johnny’s Greatest Hits, which is regarded as the original Greatest Hits album.  It was inducted in the Grammy Hall of Fame Award in 1998. The song reached No. 4 on Billboard‘s Best Sellers in Stores survey, along with its flip “The Twelfth of Never”, which was the song I actually intended to play tonight, but when I listened to it, it made me sad, so I opted for this one instead.

Chances Are
Johnny Mathis

Chances are ’cause I wear a silly grin
The moment you come into view
Chances are you think that I’m in love with you

Just because my composure sort of slips
The moment that your lips meet mine
Chances are you think my heart’s your Valentine

In the magic of moonlight when I sigh, hold me close, dear
Chances are you believe the stars that fill the skies are in my eyes

Guess you feel you’ll always be the one and only one for me
And if you think you could
Well, chances are your chances are awfully good

Chances are you believe the stars that fill the skies are in my eyes

Guess you feel you’ll always be the one and only one for me
And if you think you could
Well, chances are your chances are awfully good

The chances are your chances are awfully good

Songwriters: Al Stillman / Robert Allen
Chances Are lyrics © Shapiro Bernstein & Co. Inc.

♫ Too Much, Too Little, Too Late ♫

Released as a single in 1978, this song was a comeback of sorts for Johnny Mathis, as it was his first chart-topping hit in the US since 1957’s Chances Are.  Mathis teamed up with Deniece Williams for this song, written by Nat Kipner and John Vallins.

Kipner & Vallins’ demo of the ballad first caught the attention of UK label Polydor Records, and they had one of their signees, an English Pop duo, record a version of the song. Then Kipner’s son, songwriter Steve Kipner, recommended that the song be placed with an American music publisher. Shortly thereafter, Mathis showed an interest in recording the song, and the Pop duo’s version was never released.

The song reached number 1 on the U.S. Billboard Hot 100 pop chart, Adult Contemporary chart, and R&B chart. Outside the U.S., the song peaked at number nine on the Canadian Singles Chart and number three on the UK Singles Chart.

Too Much, Too Little, Too Late
Johnny Mathis, Deniece Williams

Guess it’s over, call it a day
Sorry that it had to end this way
No reason to pretend
We knew it had to end some day, this way

Yes, it’s over, the kids are gone
What’s the use of tryin’ to hang on?
Somewhere we lost the key
So little left for you and me and it’s clear to see

Too Much, Too Little, Too Late to lie again with you
Too Much, Too Little, Too Late to try again with you
We’re in the middle of ending something that we knew

It’s over

Oh, it was over

Too Much, Too Little, Too Late to ever try again
Too Much, Too Little, Too Late, let’s end it being friends
Too Much, Too Little, Too Late, we knew it had to end

Ah, it’s over

It’s over

Yes, it’s over, the chips are down (whoa)
Nearly all our bridges tumbled down

Whatever chance we try, let’s face it widened-eye
It’s over (It’s over)
It’s over

Too Much, Too Little, Too Late to ever try again
Too Much, Too Little, Too Late, let’s end it being friends
Too Much, Too Little, Too Late, we knew it had to end

And it’s over

And it’s over

And it’s over

Too Much, Too Little, Too Late to ever try again
Too Much, Too Little, Too Late, let’s end it being friendssad

Songwriters: Nat Kipner / John Mcintyre Vallins
Too Much, Too Little, Too Late lyrics © Homewood House Music