: Love, this is my song, this is my song, my serenade to you The world cannot be wrong, if in this world there is you I care not what the world may say
: Younger than springtime are you, softer than starlight are you, Warmer than winds of June are the gentle lips you gave me. Gayer than laughter are
say "My, darling, I'm yours" I'll throw away my striped tie and my best-pressed tweed All I really need is the girl [lengthy instrumental while Franks
: Summer, you old Indian Summer You're the tear that comes after June-time's laughter You see so many dreams that don't come true Dreams we fashioned
: This town is a lonely town Not the only town like-a this town This town is a make-you town Or a break-you-town and bring-you-down town This town is
brightness And laughter held a lover's kind of lightness, Yellow days, yellow days. She would hold me and the smile would spread around us so completely
: I like the sunrise 'cause it brings a new day, I like a new day, it brings new hope, they say. I like the sunrise blazing in the new start, Night time
: Through the clouds, gray with years, over hill, wet with tears, To a world young and free, we shall fly, follow me. April green, everywhere, April
: Gotta have you near all the time, with your dreams wrapped up in mine. Gotta be a part of your soul and your heart all the time. Nothing in the world
: Poor Butterfly, 'neath the blossoms waiting Poor Butterfly, for she loved him so The moments pass into hours The hours pass into years, and as she
: You wander around on your own little cloud When you don't see the why or the wherefore You walk out on me when we both disagree 'Cause to reason is
swans swimming Six geese laying, Five gold rings Four calling birds, Three french hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree [Frank's version
: The bells, the bells, Ringing everywhere for the sound of christmas is in the air, The bells, the bells, From the steeple above, telling us it's the
: I wouldn't trade Christmas, no no, never would I, Wouldn't trade Christmas, I love you the best, I wouldn't trade Christmas, no no, never would I,
: Frosted window panes, candles gleaming inside Painted candy canes on the tree Santa's on his way, he's filled his sleigh with things Things for you
: So I'm down and so I'm out But so are many others So I feel like tryin' to hide My head 'neath these covers Life is like the seasons After winter comes
: Whatever happened to Christmas? It's gone and left no traces, Whatever happened to the faces or the glow, Whatever happened to Christmas, to Christmas
: Hear my voice, where you are, take a train, steal a car, Hop a freight, grab a star, come back to me. Catch a flame, catch a breeze, on your hand,