I'm sentimental, so I walk in the rainI've got some habits

Frank I was twenty-oneIt was a very good yearIt

a very pretty songA brand new song, as a matter

From the bottom of my heart I love youWhat more can

is just a little samba, built upon a single noteOther

home, babyCome home, babyCome home, babyCome home, sleep in

To dream the impossible dreamTo fight the unbeatable foeTo bear with

tales can come true, it can happen to youIf

The dream I'm building is Early AmericanSomething that won't go out

fly with me, let's fly, let's fly awayIf you

with the windJust like a leaf that has blown awayGone

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

You were my adored oneThen you became the bored oneAnd I

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

I laughed when I heard you sayThat I'd be

night is the loneliest night of the week'Cause that's the

Come out, come out wherever you areI know, I know you're

me to the moonAnd let me play among the

you met Miss Jones?Someone said as we shook handsShe

yourself a merry little ChristmasLet your heart be lightNext