Gratia plenaMaria, gratia plenaMaria, gratia plenaAve, ave dominusDominus tecumBenedicta tu in

You may not be an angel, `cause angels are so fewBut

of the tree of life I just picked me

Writer(s): Gershwin/GershwinThey're writing songs of love - but not for meA

And there used to be a ballpark where the field was

fingers in my hairThat sly come-hither stareThat strips my conscience

I laughed at sweetheartsI met at schoolsAll indiscreet heartsSeemed romantic foolsA

This lovely day will lengthen into eveningWe'll sigh goodbye to all

I hadn't anyone till youI was a lonely one till youI

of the border, down Mexico wayThat's where I fell

are ya' fixed for moonlight?How are ya' fixed for

1: Frank Sinatra, night (Silent night), holy night (Holy

wants to be a flashy flunkies

I like New York in JuneHow about you?I like a Gershwin

get along without you very well, of course, I

be around no matter how you treat me nowI'll

I don't know why I love you like I doI don't

One love will never die as long as I liveOne love

(We have a lovely song thats about 6 or 7 months

Jingle bells, jingle bellsJingle all the wayOh, what fun it is