What good are words I say to you?They can't convey to

on your way with a cloudless blue sky aboveMay

better watch out, you better not cryYou better not pout,

have the cool, clear eyes of a seeker of

There's hidden persuasion within your eyesYour charming indifference is but a

leaves of brown came tumbling downRemember in September in

Oh luna rossa, you're out tonightA moon of red in a

Hey nowTake a mip mack mop and a brim bram broomAnd

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

If I don't see her each day, I miss herGee what

In the hush of eveningAs shadows steal across my lonely roomI

have heard among this clanYou are called the forgotten

You're always in a great big hurry, grab a kiss and

You don't laugh anymore, when we're aloneYou don't talk quite as

yourself a merry little ChristmasLet your heart be lightFrom

And then she holds my hand, mmAnd then I understand, mmHer

Hi there, and Merry Christmas. From FS for CS; Frank Sinatra

Five hundred guys have one thousand eyes for my babyThey stand

In the night, though we're apartThere's a ghost of you within

Step right up and step insideYou ain't seen nothing yetLife's a