I came down from Butte, MontanaFor a little change of sceneAnd

Speak low, when you speak loveOur summer day withers away too

How old am I?, I'm old enough to knowThe difference between

Love is a many-splendored thingIt's the April rose that only grows

she sweet? See her coming down the streetNow, I

He: Tangerine, she is all they claimWith her eyes of night

Baby, you went and broke your faithful promiseHow could you do

moonYou saw me standin' aloneWithout a dream in my

Guarda il mare com'e belloSpira tanto sentimentoCome il tuo soave accentoChe

I'm feeling low, mighty low, I wonder whyI wonder why, why

Chicago, Chicago, that toddling townChicago, Chicago, I will show you around,I

The first Noël, the angels did sayWas to certain poor shepherds

Embrace me, my sweet embraceable youEmbrace me, you irreplaceable youJust one

That old black magic has me in its spellThat old black

How much do I love you?I'll tell you no lieHow deep

Can't you just see yourself in a gingham gownLittle pink ribbons

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

Dear heart, wish you were here to warm this nightMy dear

In the hush of evening, as shadows steal across my lonely

When I go to sleep, I never count sheep, I count