O little town of Bethlehem. How still we see thee lie. Above thy deep and dreamless sleep. The silent stars go by. . Yet in they dark streets shineth.
O holy night the stars are brightly shining. It is the night of the dear savior's birth. Long lay the world in sin and error pinning. Till he appeared and the soul felt it's worth.
Oh come all ye faithful. Joyful and triumphant. Oh come ye, oh come ye to Bethlehem. Come and behold Him. Born the King of Angels. . Oh come, let us adore Him.
In a way, I really don't know much at all. And if you say that I'm simple, you're on the ball. On the ball to say that I'm going nowhere. But I'm going nowhere with love.
I see my own reflection in the window. I hear the people carry'n on below. I know the one I love is out there somewhere. To me that somewhere's not far to go.
Save time to collect my fortune. Paid upon arrival. But I don't know where I'll be goin. I'm travellin survival. Aw, girl. When I get there. If it ain't for free.
That certain night, the night we met. There was magic abroad in the air. There were angels dining at the Ritz. And a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square.
Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans. And miss her each night and day. I know I'm not wrong because the feeling's. Getting stronger the longer I stay away.
I wish you could have lived my life. No way to know. The fun I had. I ride in limousines. But it means nothing. I roll down the tinted glass. To see outside.
There was a boy. A very strange enchanged boy. They say he wandered very far, very far. Over land and sea. . A little shy and sad of eye. But very wise was he.
My prayer is to linger with you. At the end of the day. In a dream that's divine. My prayer is a rapture in blue. With the world far away. And your lips close to mine.
When whippoorwills call and evening is nigh. I hurry to my Blue Heaven. A turn to the right, a little white light. Will lead me to my Blue Heaven. . I'll see a smiling face, a fireplace, a cozy room.
(Ory/Gilbert). . I look at them shuffle and the shuffle come down. Ramblin' and scramblin' and a-headin' for town. Hoppin' and boppin' and a-buzzin' around.
Next to the highway -- a noisy place. Will anyone ever want me. Tiny place next to the highway. Could anyone ever want me. I don't have a car. My job pays poor.
More. Than the greatest love the world. Has known. . This. Is the love I'll give to you. Alone.. . More. Than the simple words. I've tried to say,. I'll only live to love you.
Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, men have named you. You're so like the lady with the mystic smile. Is it only 'cause you're lonely they have blamed you?. For that Mona Lisa strangeness in your smile?.
Mama told me not to try to be nobody. I listened to her. Mama told me I'd grow up to be somebody. Looka here. Savin money's hard when you can't save your soul.
Ha ha ha, ho ho ho. And a couple of tra-la-las. That's how we laugh the day away. In the Merry old land of Oz!. . Bzz-bzz-bzz, chirp-chirp-chirp. And a couple of La-di-das.
Maybe far away or maybe real near by. He may be pouring her coffee. She may be straightening his tie. Maybe in a house all hidden by a hill. She's sittin', playin' piano.
Long time ago in Bethlehem. So the Holy Nible say. Mary's boy child Jesus Christ. Was born on Christmas day. . Hark now hear the angels sing. A new king born today.