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

It's very clear, our love is here to stayNot for a

I came down from Butte, MontanaFor a little change of sceneAnd

You may not be an angel, `cause angels are so fewBut

Down where the trade winds playDown where you lose the dayWe

Writer(s): Rose/Eliscu/YoumansWhether you are here or yonderWhether you are false or

Chicago, that toddling townChicago, Chicago, I will show you

all dressed up to go dreamingNow, don't tell me I'm

Before Lord God made the sea or the landHe held all

new dayThe mist on the meadowIs drifting it's

are ya' fixed for moonlight?How are ya' fixed for

your dreams away for another dayAnd I will take

look at you and suddenlySomething in your eyes I

the nightingales could sing like youThey'd sing much sweeter

promise me thisYou promise me thatYou promise me everything under

Some other timeI could resist you, yesSome other timeNot nowThere is

Can I put my ballsWay down deep inside your jaw?Won’t you

You better get up and do it now, you better get

Frank SinatraMiscellaneousIt's Fate, Baby, It's FateBetty: You better make your mind

Ring out the old, ring in the newRing out the bells