People stay together forever. In the light of a meaning, too. But no one does, 'I do' like we do. Fireworks fade and the fireflies. Once the honeymoon's through.
Somebody was spreadin' rumors. About better days are commin'. Why was I hummin'? As if I knew. One and the same but I just whispered your name. . Somebody was sayin' somethin'.
Somewhere, someday. We'll be close together, wait and see. Oh, by the way. This time the dream's on me. . You'll take my hand. And you'll look at me adoringly.
You see this guy,. This guy's in love with you. Yes I'm in love,. I love you the way I do. When you smile I can tell. We know each other very well,. How can I show you?.
Hang all the mistletoe. I'm gonna get to know you better. This Christmas. And as we trim the tree. How much fun it's gonna be together. This Christmas.
The butcher, the baker, the grocer, the clerk. Are secretly unhappy men because. The butcher, the baker, the grocer, the clerk. Get paid for what they do but no applause.
If your whole life somehow. Wasn't much till now. And you've almost lost. Your will to live. No matter what you've been through. Long as there's breath in you.
Someday, when I'm awfully low. When the world is cold. I will feel a glow just thinking of you. And the way you look tonight. . And you, you're lovely.
The very thought of you and I forget to do. The little ordinary things that everyone ought to do. . I'm living in a kind of daydream, I'm happy as a king.
I met her... but I never thought. She'd belong to me. I just wanted someone I could sing to. Who'd listen to every song. Oh, I just wanted someone I could cling to.
High on a hill was a lonely goatherd. Loud was the voice of the lonely goatherd. Folks in a town that was quite remote heard. Lusty and clear from the goatherd's throat heard.
Come they told me. Pa rum pum pum pum. A new born King to see. Pa rum pum pum pum. . Our finest gifts we bring. Pa rum pum pum pum. To lay before the King.
Danny was an old-time, Bourbon Street barker. Who wanted the same as Charlie Parker. And always cued-up a ball. Thinking he was one rack away. But even when you run the table.
Who's that hiding in the tree top?. It's that rascal. The Jitterbug!. Should you catch him buzzing 'round you. Keep away from. The Jitterbug!. . Oh! The bats and the bees and the breeze.
Seven days a week. Ev'ry week of the month. And ev'ry month of the year. He's got us making presents. And I'm happy. . Ev'ry girl and boy. Gets their own kind of toy.
In a quaint caravan. There's a lady they call The Gypsy. She can look in the future. And drive away all your fears. . Everything will go right. If you only believe The Gypsy.
Frosted windowpanes, candles gleaming inside. Painted candy canes on the tree. Santa's on his way, he's filled his sleigh with things. Things for you and for me.
The blessed dawn of christmas day. As honestly as children pray. The warmth that melts the eve away. The holiness of alpenglow. . I rose to join the glorious morn.
It's said the world is a tragedy for the one who feels. It's said the world is a comedy for the one who thinks. The depth of love is sweeter by far....when you share your dreams.
Went to a little get-together. With some old friends. Not much has changed. Since the last time I saw them. . There's a chicken in uniform. Wooden leg and a matchstick arm.