Have yourself a merry little ChristmasLet your heart be lightFrom now

Writer(s): Cahn/ChaplinThis is my first affair - please be kindHandle my

day, when I'm awfully lowWhen the world is coldI

Writer(s): Rose/Eliscu/YoumansWhether you are here or yonderWhether you are false or

I may not have a thing at allExcept for

And I wake up in the morning, with my hair down

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

One dream in my heart, one love to be living forOne

Soft as a raindrop, fresh as the seaWarm as the sunshine

I think of you with every breath I takeAnd every breath

hand in handSwingin' down the laneEverybody's feelin' grandSwingin' down

You don't laugh anymore, when we're aloneYou don't talk quite as

glad the many millions of Annabelles and LilliansWould be

Laura is the face in the misty lightFootsteps that you hear

this man here is gonna take me by the hand

April played a fiddleAnd my heart began to danceAnd I was

Could'ya, for an ice cream sundae? Could'ya, for a smile or

Ain't I got the song of the robinAnd I got a

happens every spring, the world is young againWhere children

How glad the many millions of Annabelles and LilliansWould be to