Sierra Sue, I'm sad and lonely. The rocks and rills are lonely too. Sierra Sue, I want you only. No one but you, Sierra Sue. The roses weep, their tears are falling. The gentle doves no longer co
A fine romance with no kisses. A fine romance, my friend, this is. We should be like a couple of hot tomatoes (to-mah-toes, dear). But you're as cold as yesterday's mashed po-tah-toes (potatoes).
When Irish eyes are smiling. Sure, it is like a morning spring. In the lilt of Irish laughter. You can hear the angels sing. . When Irish hearts are happy. All the world seems bright and gay. A
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
I search for phrases. To sing your praises. But there aren't any magic adjectives. To tell you all you are!. . You're just too marvelous. Too marvelous for words. Like glorious, glamorous. And
Bing Crosby/Peter Matz. Chorus. . Written by Oscar Hammerstein ii/Richard Rodgers. . Gettin' to know you,. Gettin' to know all about you. Gettin' to like you,. Gettin' to hope you like me
Do I want to be with you. As the years come and go?. Only forever. If you care to know. Would I grant all your wishes. And be proud of the task. Only forever. If someone should ask. How long w
Beautiful miracle. Pardon my lyrical rapsody. Can't you see?. Oh, you have captured me!. . Being so glamourous. Now can't you be amorous just with me. Make it soon. Cop a look at that moon. .
And now the purple dusk of twilight time. Steals across the meadows of my heart. High up in the sky the little stars climb. Always reminding me that we're apart. . You wander down the lane and fa
I have given you my true love,. But you love a new love. What am I supposed to do now. With you now, you're through?. You'll be on your merry way. And there's only this to say. . I'm through wi
It seems like only yesterday. I sailed from out of Cork. A wanderer from Erin's isle. I landed in New York. There wasn't a soul to greet me there. A stranger on your shore. But Irish luck was wi