You better watch out. You better not cry. You better not pout, I'm telling you why. Santa Claus is coming to town. . He's making a list. Checking it twice.
Jan lays down and wrestles in her sleep.. Moonlight spills on comic books. And superstars in magazines.. An old friend calls and tells us where to meet..
Morning breaks over the Midwest.. A silent, lonely porch swing rocking,. The television glows.. Another night spent crumbling,. Just listening to you moan..
Talking with sweet Lorraine,. Looking at the world through rose coloured glasses.. Dreaming of sweet Lorraine,. Wishing she could be everybody she passes..
Buildings tower round me like they're waiting for the kill.. For days I haven't eaten and I really do feel ill.. If I cry for help, will you hear my call?.
You can have the world. If the world is what you need.. Take me round in circles.. I'll follow where you lead.. Go anywhere. If it's where you wanna go..
Don't turn around,. It could never be the same again,. You've let me down,. I don't understand I can't pretend.. Oh, feels like I've been goin' down this road sometime before,.
People always rushing round,. Makin' time to fuss and to worry.. Get your feet back on the ground,. It's no good to live in a hurry.. . Take it easy in your mind,.
Satisfied, you should be satisfied. If it was all so easy through my eyes. Satisfied, you could be satisfied. And when you have lost, it's too late to be wise.
Sweet sister mary what is this I hear. I hear that you're planning on leaving from here. And I fear that it's true there's a great empty space. Faces are crying all over the place.
Holy saviour, yet so tiny,. Mighty ruler, yet so small.. Infant lowly, born so humbly,. Yet redeemer of us all.. Now the angels sing to greet thee,. God is with us, here on earth..
Steal away let's steal away. No reason left to stay. For me and you. Let's start a-new. And darling steal away. . Steal away and chase some dreams. And hope they never find us.
Sonny, don't go away, I am here all alone. And your daddy's a sailor who never comes home. And the nights are so long and the silence goes on. And I'm feelin' so tired, I'm not all that strong.
Song For The Mira. Out on the Mira one warm afternoon. Old men go fishing with black line and spoon. And if they catch nothing they never complain. I wish I was with them again.
The snow is softly falling. The night is cold and grey. The forests fields and mountains. Await the coming day. One star outshines the others. So bright as if to say.
Silent night, holy night. All is calm, all is bright. Round yon virgin mother and child. Holy infant, so tender and mild,. Sleep in heavenly peace!. Sleep in heavenly peace!.
My young love said to me. "My mother won't mind. And my father won't slight you. For your lack of kind". . And she stepp'd away from me. And this she did say.
Let Italy boast of her gay gilded waters. Her vines and her bowers and her soft sunny skies. Her sons drinking love from the eyes of her daughters. Where freedom expires amid softness and sighs.
Scotland for ever (scotland the brave) : to cliff hanley. . Let italy boast of her gay gilded waters. Her vines and her bowers and her soft sunny skies.
Let a blanket of white,. Converge on this night,. Let it sprinkle this town for a while. . Let us kiss as the bell rings,. Tug 10,000 heart strings,. Let a wry frown return to a smile.