Hat face, that face, that wonderful face!It shines, it glows all

Sunday, Monday or Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday or FridayI want you near,

Spoken:Way past your bedtime (Crowd laughs and then subsides)Only kiddin', kidsLong

In me you see a man aloneHeld by the habit of

Oooh, Winchester Cathedral, you're bringin' me downYou stood and you watched

Before Lord God made the sea or the landHe held all

When you walk through a stormHold your head up highAnd don't

In a quaint caravan there's a lady they call the GypsyShe

I won't dance, don't ask meI won't dance, don't ask meI

I may not have a thing at allExcept for

These are the bluesNothing but bluesOh, they say some people long

Never treats me sweet and gentle the way she shouldI got

Rain falling from the skiesLike lonely tears through misty eyesRain streaming

world is lyricalBecause a miracleHas brought my lover to

little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee

got a hold on meYou've got that magic hold

You better get up and do it now, you better get

Isn't she lovely, isn't she wonderful?Isn't she precious, less than one

I'll walk alone because to tell you the truth I'll be

is for the way you look at meO is for