Oh, by gosh, by gollyIt's time for mistletoe and hollyTasty pheasants,

Don't worry 'bout meI'll get alongForget about meBe happy, my loveLet's

If you are but a dreamI hope I never wakenIt's more

Just found joyI'm as happy as a baby boyWhen he's playing

Fly me to the moonLet me play among the starsLet me

And now the sun has broken throughIt looks like it will

this is my songHere is a song, a serenade to

tales can come true, it can happen to youIf

When you're all aloneAll the children grownAnd, like starlings, flown awayIt

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

love Paris in the springtimeI love Paris in the

Chestnuts roasting on an open fireJack Frost nipping at your noseYuletide

I took a trip on a trainAnd I thought about youI

lean baby, tall and thinFive feet seven of bones

I laughed when I heard you sayThat I'd be

It's quarter to threeThere's no one in the place 'cept you

Dry your eyes and take your song outIt's a newborn afternoonIf

the clouds grey with yearsOver hills wet with tearsTo

I'm a fool to want youI'm a fool to want youTo

Oh little town of bethlehem, how still we see thee lieAbove