1: Frank Sinatra, night (Silent night), holy night (Holy

Here we are two very bewilder'd peopleHere we are two babes

love me to the moonLet me play among

So I'm down and so I'm outBut so are many othersSo

If I lived the past overSaw today from yesterdayI would be

You should have told me when it all beganYou should have

I may not have a thing at allExcept for

my tweed pressed, got my best vest, all I

all dressed up to go dreamingNow, don't tell me I'm

Waking skies at sunriseEvery sunset tooSeems to be bringing meMemories of

Look at meI'm as helpless as a kitten up a treeAnd

keep goin' your wayI'll keep goin' my way (I'll

moonYou saw me standin' aloneWithout a dream in my

Chicago, that toddling townChicago, Chicago, I will show you

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

one ever tells you what's like to love and

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

I'll soon become a wreckThey're breathin' on my neckDick Haymes, Dick

Fly me to the moonLet me play among the starsLet me

Help yourself to my heartIt's there if you care to start