1: Frank Sinatra, night (Silent night), holy night (Holy

boat rides we would takeThe moonlight on the lakeThe

I was five and she was sixWe rode on horses made

can you say something new about being aloneTell somebody

Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far awayNow they look as

In a quaint caravan there's a lady they call the GypsyShe

She walks like an angel walksShe talks like an angel talksAnd

I may not have a thing at allExcept for

by day I'm falling more in love with youAnd day

You and the night and the music fill me with flaming

nobody till somebody loves youYou're nobody till somebody caresYou

Christmas)(Merry Christmas)(May your every New Year dream come

The music stoppedBut we were still dancingWhich goes to showThat music

little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee

And then she holds my hand, mmAnd then I understand, mmHer

Betty the taxi driver: First we see the sights, then let's

(Boy of mine, boy of mine)(Dear little boy of mine)Boy of

I begged her, I pleaded, I told her: Baby, come out

Oh gosh darn it, there goes that last buttCome on, sweet,

Love isn't just for the youngIt's for all who may wish