olden days a glimpse of stockingWas looked on as something

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

throw bouquets at meDon't please my folks too muchDon't

Love me tender, love me sweet, never let me goYou have

summer smiles, the summer knows, and unashamed, she sheds

She says she's sleeping wellShe says she's lost some weightShe says

is just a little samba, built upon a single noteOther

is to live in solitudeFar from your tranquil altitudeSad

How insensitive I must have seemedWhen she told me that she

Moon River, wider than a mileI'm crossin' you in style somedayOh,

aloneI'm so all aloneThere is no one else but

Writer(s): Cahn/ChaplinThis is my first affair - please be kindHandle my

Sleep warm, sleep tight, when you turn off the lightSleep warm,

Hark! the herald angels sing"Glory to the newborn King!Peace on earth,

The first Noël, the angels did sayWas to certain poor shepherds

I was seventeen, it was a very good yearIt

Don't save your kisses just pass them aroundYou'll find my reason

Empty rooms behind me, no more nights aloneA table and some

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

Usually in the morning I'm filled with sweet belongingAnd everything is