If you are but a dreamI hope I never wakenIt's more

make me feel so youngYou make me feel so

Don't go changing to try and please meYou never let me

I cried the day you left me and I still don't

(Feelin' kinda Sunday, feelin' kinda Sunday, feelin' kinda Sunday)(Feelin' kinda Sunday,

I'm as restless as a willow in a windstormI'm as jumpy

Now nothing's impossible, I have foundFor when my chin is on

Whenever skies look gray to meAnd trouble begins to brewWhenever the

Love locked out in all the cold and rainLove locked out,

as I am to getting marriedI am taking this occasion

When you awake, the day takes a bow at your doorWhen

It came upon the midnight clear that glorious song of oldFrom

Do you make the most of your five sensesOr is your

Dream, when you're feelin' blueDream, that's the thing to doJust watch

yourself a merry little ChristmasLet your heart be lightNext

left my heart in San FranciscoHigh on a hill,

Oh gosh darn it, there goes that last buttCome on, sweet,

I'm a fool to want youI'm a fool to want youTo

How glad the many millions of Annabelles and LilliansWould be to

Jesus is a rock in the weary land, the weary land,