BingCrosby/JohnScottTrotter Orchestra. . Written by Frederic E. Weatherly. . . Oh, Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling. From glen to glen and down the mountainside;. The summer's
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas. Just like the ones I used to know. Where the treetops glisten. And children listen. To hear sleigh bells in the snow. I'm dreaming of a white Christmas. With every
BingCrosby/Max Terr's Mixed Chorus/JohnScottTrotter Orchestra. . Written by (See Notes) 1883. . . God rest you merry, gentlemen,. Let nothing you dismay,. Remember Christ our Savior. Was
I'm no millionaire but I'm not the type to care. 'Cause I've got a pocketful of dreams. It's my universe, even with an empty purse. 'Cause I've got a pocketful of dreams I wouldn't take the wealth
We've played the game of, 'Stay away'. But it costs more than I can pay. Without you I can't make my way. I surrender, dear I may seem proud and I may act gay. It's just a pose, I'm not that way
up to go dreaming. Now don't tell me I'm wrong. And what a night to go dreaming. Mind if I tag along If I say, "I love you". I want you to know. It's not just because there's moonlight. Although
Oh, I'm packin' my grip and I'm leavin' today. 'Cause I'm takin' a trip, California way. I'm gonna settle down and never more roam. And make the San Fernando Valley my home I'll forget my sins
BingCrosby/Ken Darby Choir Written by George Gershwin/Ira Gershwin Embrace me, my sweet embraceable you. Embrace me, you irreplaceable you Just one look at you. My heart grew tipsy in me. You and
SOON. BingCrosby. (Ira Gershwin/George Gershwin). ("Strike Up the Band"). . Soon, the lonely nights will be ended,. soon, two hearts as one will be blended. I've found the happiness I've
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas. Just like the ones I used to know. Where the treetops glisten and children listen. To hear sleigh bells in the snow I'm dreaming of a white Christmas. With
burdened down with trouble. If your nerves are wearin' thin. Park your load down the road. And come to Holiday Inn If the traffic noise affects you. Like a squeaky violin. Kick your cares down the
you make a sigh. Don't let me hear you make a sigh. . Way down in Lover's Lane, we'll wander. Sweetheart you and I. We'll be so happy together. But it all to thee depends on the weatherman, Nellie
