On the first day of Christmas,. my true love sent to me. A partridge in a pear tree.. . On the second day of Christmas,. my true love sent to me. Two turtle doves,.
Oh the weather outside is frightful. But the fire is so delightful. And since we've no place to go. Let it snow let it snow let it snow. . Man it doesn't show signs of stopping.
The loveliness of Paris seems somehow sadly gray. The glory that was Rome is of another day. I've been terribly alone and forgotten in Manhattan. I'm going home to my city by the Bay.
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.
On the first day of Christmas my true love sent to me. A partridge in a pear tree. . On the second day of Christmas my true love sent to me. Two turtle doves.
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.
I left my heart in San Francisco.. High on a hill it calls to me. to be where little cable cars. climb halfway to the stars!. The morning fog may chill the air,.