the weather outside is frightfulBut the fire is so delightfulAnd

In the still of the night as I gaze out of

Sunday, Monday or Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday or FridayI want you near,

got the horse right hereThe name is Paul RevereAnd here's

was Boston, I was VegasShe was crepe suzette, I

lonely streets, lookin' for a signLivin' lonely dreams, life

You always looked a little out of placeAll grown up with

eyes are dry, my loveSince you've been gone, I

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

Love is a many-splendored thingIt's the April rose that only grows

When you walk through a stormHold your head up highAnd don't

aloneI'm so all aloneThere is no one else but

Life is dullIt's nothing but one big lullThen presto you do

By the old Moulmein PagodaLooking eastward to the seaThere's a Burma

dim all the lights and I sink in my

I'm gonna sit right down and write myself a letterAnd make

I'm gonna love youLike nobody's loved youCome rain or come shineHigh

Oh, ohOh, ohHer eyes were softer than the nightHer lips were

As the morning casts a thousand bits of sunlightAnd they shine

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