Writer(s): Gordon/WarrenIn a dream the strangest and the oddest things appearAnd

I saw you last night and got that old feelingWhen you

How little we knowHow much to discoverWhat chemical forces flowFrom lover

Take me, I'm yours if you'll take me, I want you

You and the night and the music fill me with flaming

Hey nowTake a mip mack mop and a brim bram broomAnd

Holding hands at midnight'Neath a starry skyNice work if you can

I love you, I love youIs all that I can sayI

None but the lonely heartCan know my sadnessAlone and partedFar from

Nathan, concentrate on the gameThe town is up to

And then she holds my hand, mmAnd then I understand, mmHer

It came upon the midnight clear that glorious song of oldFrom

Frank:Now here's a story with quite a moralAnd all you gals,

You can have my hand (You can have my hand)You can

Hark the herald angels singGlory to the new born kingPeace on

believe, I believeI believe in wishing wellsBut I also believe

I went down to Virginia and no one sent for meI

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

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

Why even in France the best upper sets do it, Lithuanians