Have yourself a merry little ChristmasLet your heart be lightFrom now

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

Waking skies at sunriseEvery sunset tooSeems to be bringing meMemories of

What is America to meA name, a map, or a flag

me to the moonAnd let me play among the

this is my songHere is a song, a serenade to

This town is a lonely townNot the only town like-a this

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

Every night was long and gloomy, shadows gathered in the airNo

we say goodbye foreverCome waltz with me, come waltz with

What'll I doWhen you are far away and I am blueWhat'll

That certain night, the night we metThere was magic abroad in

new dayThe mist on the meadowIs drifting it's

be seeing youIn all the old familiar placesThat this

the nightingales could sing like youThey'd sing much sweeter

Farewell, farewell to loveShe's gone and I'm through with loveMy schemes,

Lovers depend on moonlight for a love affairBabies depend on mothers

I really can't stayBaby, it's cold outsideI've got to go awayBaby,

Where there is sunrise, there is Barbara, only Barbara clothes that

Frank Sinatra & Doris I'm glad you came over