They don’t have the Dionne Warwick version of this up anymore. Steve Simels is right. One of the best pure music songs to crawl its way out of the sixties, and now there seems to be a conspiracy to relegate it to its minor performers. I love Cilla Black sometimes (Anyone who had a heart) but she’s a parallel creep with Dionne, isn’t she?

Another look at Cilla, and it’s a little mixed. But in this case I think she got screwed by her arrangers:

Especially at the end. It’s tone deaf.