is the sky before the sun wakes upEmpty is the

someone start believing in youLet him hold out his

The dream I'm building is Early AmericanSomething that won't go out

I wanna be around to pick up the pieces when somebody

She's a fool and don't I know itBut a fool can

they had to have something newA dance to do

The one I love belongs to somebody elseShe means her tender

When no one cares, and the phone never ringsThe nights are

By the old Moulmein PagodaLooking eastward to the seaThere's a Burma

Spoken:A tune from Cole Porter perhaps. Now there's a guy who

guess I'll have to change my planI should have

New York, New YorkOr a village in IowaThe only difference is

quarter to threeThere's no one in the place, 'cept

Adeste fidelisLaeti triumphantesVenite, venite in BethlehemNatum videte regem angelorumVenite adoremusVenite adoremusVenite

Come along and listen to the lullaby of BroadwayThe hip-hooray and

Now, this could only happen to a guy like meAnd only

love you a bushel and a peckA bushel

Dear heart, wish you were here to warm this nightMy dear

Hark the herald angels singGlory to the new born kingPeace on

never been in love beforeNow all at once it's