Singing carols, stringing popcorn, making footprints in the snowMemories, Christmas memories,

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

(When you're near, the murmuring of the breeze)(Becomes a symphony)(A rhapsody)And

George speaking:Hey Frances, I don't know about you butI kinda need

for the memoryOf things I can't forgetJourneys on a

Writer(s): Gordon/WarrenIn a dream the strangest and the oddest things appearAnd

You should have told me when it all beganYou should have

Quiet nights of quiet starsQuiet chords from my guitarFloating on the

Tell her you love her each dayYou'll make her happy that

see a pair of laughing eyesAnd suddenly your sighing

None but the lonely heartCan know my sadnessAlone and partedFar from

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

My left shoe's on my right footMy right shoe's on my

April played a fiddleAnd my heart began to danceAnd I was

Largo al factotum della citt...Largo!La la la la la la la

Spaceward This is gonna pretty cheesy but uhThey say

playin' at the Roxy?I'll tell you what's playin' at the

you see a guy reach for stars in the

got you under my skinI've got you deep in the

Davis Jr., Frank Sinatra & the wallpaper sticks to