I saw you last night and got that old feelingWhen you

I'm doingMy Christmas dreamingA little early this yearNo sign of snow

You might have belonged to anotherWe might never have metYou might

If I lived the past overSaw today from yesterdayI would be

the beautiful strangers who held me for a nightAnd fell

here's to you, Mrs. RobinsonJilly loves you more than you

(Whatever happened to Christmas, ah)Whatever happened to Christmas? It's gone and

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

We'll gather lilacs in the spring againAnd walk together down an

Writer(s): Warren/DubinMy love must be a kind of blind loveI can't

I hear music when I look at youA beautiful theme of

this moment onYou for me, dearOnly two for tea,

at yourself, if you had a sense of humorYou would

The very thought of you makes my heart singLike an April

Laura is the face in the misty lightFootsteps that you hear

Love laughs at a kingKings don't mean a thingOn the street

me to the moonAnd let me play among the

Frank SinatraMiscellaneousIf Loveliness Were MusicIf loveliness were musicI'd hear a symphony

Oh there's nothing to be ashamed ofIf you stub your toe

Just you, just meLet's find a cozy spot to cuddle and