the weather outside is frightfulBut the fire is so delightfulAnd

She walks like an angel walksShe talks like an angel talksAnd

In the still of the night as I gaze out of

You might have belonged to anotherWe might never have metYou might

Writer(s): RaposoHere's to the winners, lift up the glassesHere's to the

And now the sun has broken throughIt looks like it will

your dreams away for another dayAnd I will take

keep goin' your wayI'll keep goin' my way (I'll

That old black magic has me in its spellThat old black

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

What is there to write? What is there to say?Same things

I'm blue every Monday thinkin' over SundayThat one day when I'm

the blue of eveningWhen you appear close to me,

The likes of you may never beAttracted to the likes of

Oh, by Jove and by Jehovah, you have set my heart

Ain't I got the song of the robinAnd I got a

Skies ain't gonna cloud no moreThe crops ain't gonna failCaught a

Head on my pillow just thinking of youHead on my pillowSo

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

It's a marshmallow world in the winterWhen the snow comes to