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

time you're foundWith your chin on the groundThere a lot

a fool to want youI'm a fool to want

is to live in solitudeFar from your tranquil altitudeSad

(Whatever happened to Christmas, ah)Whatever happened to Christmas? It's gone and

of the darkness you suddenly appearedYou smiled and I

upon a timeA girl with moonlight in her eyesPut

fingers in my hairThat sly come-hither stareThat strips my conscience

of the Sun and West of the MoonWe'll build

When the moon hangs low in NapoliThere's a handsome gondolierEvery night

Love locked out in all the cold and rainLove locked out,

So I walked a little too fastAnd I drive a little

the nightingales could sing like youThey'd sing much sweeter

Fools rush inWhere angels fear to treadAnd so I come to

fellow needs a girlTo sit by his sideAt the

Frank me or the market upShot the target

It's like singin' to empty tablesOr a gallery full of ghostsOr

Ring out the old, ring in the newRing out the bells

Look to your heart when there are words to sayAnd never

I'm so in love with you, please love meWhatever else you