If I am fancy free,. And love to wander,. It's just the Gypsy in my soul!. . There's somethin' callin' me. From way out yonder,. It's just the Gypsy in my soul!.
Hi boys and girls, I'm Perry Como,. And I'm gonna tell you the most wonderful story in the whole world,. The Story of the First Christmas!. . Now suppose you make believe this is many, many years ago,.
This is Perry Como . . .. And I'd like to tell you the most wonderful, the most beautiful,. The most exciting story in the whole world,. The Story of the First Christmas!.
( I'm in love with the girl with the golden,. can't live without the girl with the golden . . . braids! ). . I saw a gal with golden hair. dancin' as I played.
The days of wine and roses. Laugh and run away like a child at play. Through a meadowland, toward a closing door. A door marked never more that wasn't there before.
When you're the father of boys,. How you worry,. But when you're the father of girls,. You do more than that,. You Pray!. . From the time of diaper and pin,.
The candle glow. The mistletoe. And the falling snow. Bring to me the Christmas symphony. . The balsam tree. The gifts I see. And the silent night. Bring to me the Christmas symphony.
The colors of my life, are bountiful and bold!. The purple glow of indigo, the gleam of green an' gold!. The splendor of a sunrise, the dazzle of a flame,.
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. Jack Frost nipping at your nose. Yuletide carols being sung by a choir. And folks dressed up like Eskimos. . Everybody knows.
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. Jack Frost nipping at your nose. Yuletide carols being sung by a choir. And folks dressed up like Eskimos. . Everybody knows.
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. Jack Frost nipping at your nose. Yuletide carols being sung by a choir. And folks dressed up like Eskimos. . Everybody knows.
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. Jack Frost nipping at your nose. Yuletide carols being sung by a choir. And folks dressed up like Eskimos. . Everybody knows.
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. Jack Frost nipping at your nose. Yuletide carols being sung by a choir. And folks dressed up like Eskimos. . Everybody knows.
I only want what's the best thing for you,. and the best thing for you would be me.. I've been convinced after thinking it through,. that the best thing for you would be me..
We'll have a blue room,. A new room, for two room.. Where every day's a holiday,. Because you're married to me. . Not like a ball room,. A small room, a hall room,.
Yes, that's you. Every wonderful sensation. Yes, it's true. The touch of love in the night, that's you. . A promise of laughter. That is you, that is you.
When Johnny Jones was serenading Mary. He sure could quote a lot of poetry. But he'd much rather tell 'er what he learned in his speller. When they both attended PS 33.
Ring out, ring out,. Ring out sweet bells!. . The bells of St. Mary's,. Ah! here they are calling,. The young loves, the true loves,. Who come from the sea . . ..
Kiss me, kiss me baby,. That's what I like!. Hold me, hug me, pet me baby,. That's what I like!. . You don't have to give me,. Clever conversation!. I just want affection,.
You were lonely, that's where I came in. I was lonely, that's how dreams begin. It was more than a moment of bliss. It's the first time I ever knew two hearts could kiss.