Three coins in the fountainEach one seeking happinessThrown by three hopeful

I'm doingMy Christmas dreamingA little early this yearNo sign of snow

(When you're near, the murmuring of the breeze)(Becomes a symphony)(A rhapsody)And

Frank: I'm discontented with homes that are rented so I have

Love laughs at a king, kings don't mean a thing on

been to townI've walked the highways and the harbors

someone start believing in youLet him hold out his

(Lover, lover)Hey! jealous loverYou're acting so strangeHey! jealous loverWhat is making

a clear day, rise and look around youAnd you'll see

Biltmore garage wants a grandBut we ain't got a grand

I wanna be around to pick up the pieces when somebody

Writer(s): Delores SilversThe tables are empty - the dance floor's desertedYou

by day I'm falling more in love with youAnd day

The first Noël, the angels did sayWas to certain poor shepherds

tales can come true, it can happen to youIf

glad the many millions of Annabelles and LilliansWould be

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

All or nothing at allHalf a love, never appealed to meIf

remember the dayHe told me to do it my

Frank SinatraMiscellaneousIt's Fate, Baby, It's FateBetty: You better make your mind