Have yourself a merry little ChristmasLet your heart be lightFrom now

Yesterday we were gayI was high on a rainbow, but now

I was seventeenIt was a very good yearIt was

solo by Beverly find me a gypsy and get

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

You must remember thisA kiss is still a kissA sigh is

We'll gather lilacs in the spring againAnd walk together down an

We might have been meant for each otherTo be or not

When I take my sugar to teaAll the boys are jealous

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

I've had my moments, I will confessMy fleeting moments of tendernessI

What is there to write? What is there to say?Same things

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

I could make you care if only you'd let meI could

It seems we stood and talked like this, beforeWe looked at

Frank Sinatra: Well for Gods sake if it ain't Ben Casey.

Don't you ever be afraid to go homeDon't ever be afraid

Dry your eyes and take your song outIt's a newborn afternoonIf

It's the wrong time and the wrong placeThough your face is

I'll never let a day pass by without a prayer or