yourself a merry little ChristmasLet your heart be lightFrom

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

You should have told me when it all beganYou should have

It's knowin' that your door is always openAnd your path is

(not Frank's version, this is the traditional)On the (first) day of

freeAs free as the wind blowsAs free as the

as a raindrop, fresh as the seaWarm as the

never knew that roses grewOr if skies were blue or

a wonderful world, I'm just a-walkin' on airTalk of

Where do you go when it starts to rain?Where will you

mama done told me, when I was in knee-pantsMy mama

weep for meWillow weep for meBend your branches green along

When skies are cloudy and greyThey're only grey for a daySo

Time and again I've longed for adventureSomething to make my heart

April played a fiddleAnd my heart began to danceAnd I was

moon and empty armsThe moon is there for us

bucks in the hot sunI fought the Jews and uh

me once and kiss me twiceAnd kiss me once againIt's

thought I'd fallBut when I hear you callI'm getting

Why even in France the best upper sets do itLithuanians and