'Twas the night before Christmas,. When all through the house,. Not a creature was stirring,. Not even a mouse!. . The stockings all hung. By the chimney with care,.
Two loves have I, and they tear me apart. Two loves have I, both are in my heart. One is a flower, and the other a flame. Two loves have I, but they're not the same....
Two little new little blue little eyes,. sleep, sleep, sleep!. To young to know how we all love you so,. sleep, sleep, sleep!. . May the future years all give you.
Two lost souls, on the highway of life,. we ain't even got a sister or brother!. But ain't it just great, ain't it just grand,. we got each other!. . Two lost ships, on a stormy sea,.
Turnaround, turnaround,. Turnaround and you're a young girl going out of the door!. . Where are you goin' my little one, little one,. Where are you goin' my baby, my own?.
On the first day of Christmas. My true love gave to me. A partridge in a pear tree!. . On the second day of Christmas. My true love gave to me. Two turtle doves.
When it's twilight on the trail,. And I jog along,. The world is like a dream. And the ripple of the stream is my song. . When it's twilight on the trail,.
A spray of tulips and heather, tied up together. I sent my love today. A spray of tulips and heather, asking her whether. Love's dream had gone astray!.
See them tumbling down,. Pledging their love to the ground!. Lonely, but free, I'll be found,. Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds. . Cares of the past are behind,.
Oh she may be weary. Them young girls they do get wearied. Wearing that same old miniskirt dress. But when she gets weary. You try a little tenderness.
Try to remember the kind of September,. When life was slow and oh so mellow.. Try to remember the kind of September,. When grass was green and grain was yellow..
Why am I alone?. Why am I alone,. Traveling down a lonely road?. . Darling, can't you see?. I don't wanna be,. Traveling down a lonely road.. . If you would open up your heart.
Trees. . I think that I shall never see. A poem lovely as a tree.. . A tree whose hungry mouth is prest. Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;. . A tree that looks at God all day,.
Dreams and memories,. Are all that you've left me,. Only lonely thoughts,. About the one I worship and adore!. . Dreams and memories,. Are what I must live with,.
Toyland, toyland, toyland. Little girl and boy land. When you dwell within it. You are ever happy there. . Childhood toyland. Mystical merry toyland. Once you pass it's borders.
Too young to go steady, too young. I hear him (her) say.. He (she) says I'm (we're) not ready. But then why am I (are we) feeling this way?. . Too young so he (she) tells me.
Over in Killarney. Many years ago,. Me Mother sang a song to me. In tones so sweet and low.. Just a simple little ditty,. In her good old Irish way,. And I'd give the world if she could sing.
Tonight I celebrate my love for you,. It seems the natural thing to do!. Tonight, no one's going to find us,. We'll leave the world behind us,. When I make love to you, tonight!.
They try to tell us we're too young. Too young to really be in love. They say that love's a word. A word we've only heard. But can't begin to know the meaning of.
To know you, is to love you,. And I love you 'cause I know you. Are such a sweetheart. That when you walk down the street,. Everyone's heart, just naturally skips a beat!.