I may not have a thing at allExcept for

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

How do you keep the music playing?How do you make it

What is America to meA name, a map, or a flag

Frank: I'm discontented with homes that are rented so I have

Summer me, winter meAnd with your kissesMorning me, evening meAnd as

love is rain, my heart the flowerI need your

Quiet nights of quiet starsQuiet chords from my guitarFloating on the

How little we knowHow much to discoverWhat chemical forces flowFrom lover

I hear that serenade in blueI'm somewhere in another

When you walk through a stormHold your head up highAnd don't

one ever tells you what's like to love and

creepersWhere'd you get those peepers?Jeepers creepersWhere'd you get those

Why was I born? Why am I livin'?What do I get?

Sleigh bells ring, are you listenin'In the lane, snow is glisteningA

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

Deck the halls with boughs of hollyFa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la'Tis the season to

is voting for Jack'Cause he's got what all the rest

a fool to want youI'm a fool to want

wake each morning and I'll promise to laughI'll say