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

Poor you, I'm sorry you're not me, for you will never

I was seventeenIt was a very good yearIt was

Writer(s): Gordon/WarrenIn a dream the strangest and the oddest things appearAnd

my tweed pressed, got my best vest, all I

I touch your handAnd my arms grow strongLike a pair of

you're alone and life is making you lonelyYou can

Don't cry, joeLet her go, let her go, let her goDon't

in love with love is falling for make-believeFalling in

I could show the world how to smileI could be glad

So long, my love, goodbye, farewell, adieuSo long, my love, it's

When all the world is a hopeless jumbleAnd the raindrops tumble

You have loved lots of girls in the sweet long-agoAnd each

got a hold on meYou've got that magic hold

Frank SinatraMiscellaneousAgainAgain, this couldn't happen againThis is that once-in-a-lifetime, this is

Love is funny or it's sadOr it's quiet or it's madIt's

me to the moonAnd let me play among the

I have but one heart, this heart I bring youI have

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

is for the way you look at meO is for