It's All Your Fault
Composer(s): Lamont Dozier; Brian Holland; Edward Holland Jr.
Performer(s): The Supremes



Baby, it's all your fault
You made me love you
You made me need you

Baby, it's all your fault
I keep tellin' myself
I need you and no one else

'Cause your lips
Has the kiss of fire
That takes hold to my
My every desire
When you take me in your arms
And hold me close
My heart tells me
It's you I need the most

Ooh baby, ooh baby, ooh my baby

Sweet words you speak
Is like a melody
They go on and on
Like an old sweet song
Just echoing
All through my heart
Just makes you a part
A part of me, sweetheart

Baby, it's all your fault
You made me love you
You made me need you

You've got me in your power
And there I'll remain
'Cause in my heart I know
I don't want to change

And baby, it's all your fault
I can't help myself
Oh no, I can't help myself
Ooh baby, ooh baby, ooh my baby

Christmas Dinner
Composer(s): Noel Paul Stookey
Performer(s): Peter, Paul and Mary



And it came to pass on a Christmas evening
While all the doors were shuttered tight
Outside standing, lonely boy-child
Cold and shivering in the night

On the street, every window
Save but one, was gleaming bright
And to this window walked the boy-child
Peeking in saw, candle light

Through other windows he had looked at turkeys
Ducks and geese, cherry pies
But through this window saw a grey-haired lady
Table bare and tears in her eyes

Into his coat reached the boy-child
Knowing well there was little there
He took from his pocket, his own Christmas dinner
A bit of cheese, some bread to share

His outstretched hands held the food and they trembled
As the door, it opened wide
Said he, "Would you share with me Christmas dinner"
Gently said she, "Come inside"

The grey-haired lady brought forth to the table
Glasses two and her last drop of wine
Said she, "Here's a toast to everyone's Christmas
and especially, yours and mine"

And it came to pass on that Christmas evening
While all the doors were shuttered tight
That in that town, the happiest Christmas
Was shared by candle light 

It's All Up To You
Performer(s): Jim Capaldi



Everyday I watched you walkin'; walkin' by my window pane
From the first time that I saw you baby, I knew I'd never be the same

I wanna give you my lovin' 
Could you ever love me too?
But you never seem to notice me, or what I'm goin' through
It's all up to you

Everyday I hope you see me, maybe look at me and smile
But you always seem to look right through me
I just break down and cry

I wanna give you my lovin' 
Could you ever love me too?
But you never seem to notice me, or what I'm goin' through
It's all up to you

I wanna give you my lovin' 
Could you ever love me too?
But you never seem to notice me, or what I'm goin' through
It's all up to you

Come on down to my street baby 
and let me make you feel a part of everything I have to offer you
of everything inside my heart

I wanna give you my lovin' 
Could you ever love me too?
But you never seem to notice me, or what I'm goin' through
It's all up to you

I would give you the sunlight baby, to keep you warm the days grow cold
And the love we have together darling
It will never grow old any more
Oh baby, it's all up to you

Christmas Day In The Workhouse
Composer(s): George R. Sims
Performer(s): John Moffatt



It is Christmas Day in the workhouse
And the cold, bare walls are bright 
With garlands of green and holly
Ad the place is a pleasant sight 
For with clean-washed hands and faces
In a long and hungry line 
The paupers sit at the table
For this is the hour they dine

And the guardians and their ladies
Although the wind is east
Have come in their furs and wrappers
To watch their charges feast
To smile and be condescending
Put pudding on pauper plates 
To be hosts at the workhouse banquet 
They've paid for — with the rates

Oh, the paupers are meek and lowly 
With their "Thank'ee kindly, mum's!'"
So long as they fill their stomachs
What matter it whence it comes! 
But one of the old men mutters
And pushes his plate aside
"Great God!" he cries, "but it chokes me! 
For this is the day she died!" 

The guardians gazed in horror
The master's face went white 
"Did a pauper refuse the pudding?" 
"Could their ears believe aright?" 
Then the ladies clutched their husbands
Thinking the man would die
Struck by a bolt, or something
By the outraged One on high

But the pauper sat for a moment
Then rose 'mid silence grim
For the others had ceased to chatter 
And trembled in every limb 
He looked at the guardians' ladies
Then, eyeing their lords, he said 
"I eat not the food of villains 
Whose hands are foul and red

"Whose victims cry for vengeance 
From their dark, unhallowed graves" 
"He's drunk!" said the workhouse master
"Or else he's mad and raves" 
"Not drunk or mad," cried the pauper
"But only a haunted beast
Who, torn by the hounds and mangled
Declines the vulture's feast

"I care not a curse for the guardians
And I won't be dragged away
Just let me have the fit out
It's only on Christmas Day 
That the black past comes to goad me
And prey on my burning brain
I'll tell you the rest in a whisper 
I swear I won't shout again

"Keep your hands off me, curse you! 
Hear me right out to the end
You come here to see how paupers 
The season of Christmas spend
You come here to watch us feeding
As they watched the captured beast
Here's why a penniless pauper 
Spits on your paltry feast

"Do you think I will take your bounty
And let you smile and think 
You're doing a noble action 
With the parish's meat and drink? 
Where is my wife, you traitors 
The poor old wife you slew? 
Yes, by the God above me
My Nance was killed by you! 

'Last winter my wife lay dying
Starved in a filthy den
I had never been to the parish
I came to the parish then
I swallowed my pride in coming
For ere the ruin came
I held up my head as a trader
And I bore a spotless name

"I came to the parish, craving 
Bread for a starving wife 
Bread for the woman who'd loved me 
Through fifty years of life
And what do you think they told me
Mocking my awful grief
That 'the House' was open to us
But they wouldn't give 'out relief'

"I slunk to the filthy alley 
'Twas a cold, raw Christmas Eve 
And the bakers' shops were open 
Tempting a man to thieve
But I clenched my fists together
Holding my head awry
So I came to her empty-handed 
And mournfully told her why

"Then I told her the house was open
She had heard of the ways of that
For her bloodless cheeks went crimson
and up in her rags she sat
Crying, 'Bide the Christmas here, John
We've never had one apart
I think I can bear the hunger 
The other would break my heart' 

"All through that eve I watched her
Holding her hand in mine
Praying the Lord and weeping
Till my lips were salt as brine
I asked her once if she hungered
And as she answered 'No' 
T'he moon shone in at the window
Set in a wreath of snow

"Then the room was bathed in glory
And I saw in my darling's eyes 
The faraway look of wonder 
That comes when the spirit flies
And her lips were parched and parted
And her reason came and went
For she raved of our home in Devon
Where our happiest years were spent

"And the accents, long forgotten
Came back to the tongue once more
For she talked like the country lassie 
I woo'd by the Devon shore
Then she rose to her feet and trembled
And fell on the rags and moaned
And, 'Give me a crust — I'm famished 
For the love of God!' she groaned

"I rushed from the room like a madman 
And flew to the workhouse gate
Crying, 'Food for a dying woman!' 
And the answer came, 'Too late' 
They drove me away with curses 
Then I fought with a dog in the street 
And tore from the mongrel's clutches 
A crust he was trying to eat

"Back through the filthy byways! 
Back through the trampled slush! 
Up to the crazy garret
Wrapped in an awful hush
My heart sank down at the threshold
And I paused with a sudden thrill
For there, in the silv'ry moonlight
My Nance lay, cold and still

"Up to the blackened ceiling 
The sunken eyes were cast 
I knew on those lips, all bloodless
My name had been the last
She called for her absent husband 
O God! had I but known! 
Had called in vain, and, in anguish
Had died in that den — alone

"Yes, there, in a land of plenty
Lay a loving woman dead
Cruelly starved and murdered 
for a loaf of the parish bread
At yonder gate, last Christmas 
I craved for a human life
You, who would feed us paupers
What of my murdered wife!" 

'There, get ye gone to your dinners
Don't mind me in the least
Think of the happy paupers 
Eating your Christmas feast
And when you recount their blessings 
In your smug parochial way 
Say what you did for me, too
Only last Christmas Day" 

It's All Right With Me
Composer(s): Cole Porter
Performer(s): Bob Manning - 1953
and multiple other artists



It's the wrong time and the wrong place
Though your face is charming it's the wrong face
It's not his face, but such a charming face
That it's all right with me.

It's the wrong song in the wrong style
Though your smile is lovely it's the wrong smile
It's not his smile, but such a lovely smile
That it's all right with me.

You can't know how happy I am that we met
I`m strangely attracted to you
There is someone I'm trying so hard to forget
Don't you want to forget someone to?

You can't know how happy I am that we met
I`m strangely attracted to you
There is someone I'm trying so hard to forget
Don't you want to forget someone to?

It's the wrong game, with the wrong chips
Though you lips are tempting they're the wrong lips
They're not his lips but they're such Tempting lips
That if some night you are free
Well it's all right, yes it's all right
Baby don't you know it's all right with me

Christmas Day In The Cookhouse
Performer(s): Billy Bennett



'Twas Christmas Day in the cookhouse 
And the place was clean and tidy 
The soldiers were eating their pancakes...
I'm a liar... that was Good Friday

In the oven a turkey was sizzling 
And to make it look posh, I suppose
They fetched the Battalion Barber
To shingle it's parson's nose! 

Potatoes were cooked in their jackets
And carrots in pants - how unique! 
A sheep's head was baked with the eyes in
As it had to see them through the week

At one o'clock 'Dinner Up' sounded
The sight made an old soldier blush
They were dishing out Guinness for nothing
And fifteen got killed in the rush! 

A jazz band played in the mess-room
A fine lot of messers it's true
We told them to go and play Ludo
And they all answered 'Fishcakes' to you!

In came the old Sergeant Major
He'd walked all the way from his billet
His toes were turned in, his chest was turned out
With his head back in case he'd spill it

He wished all the troops 'Merry Xmas' 
Including the poor Orderly Man
Some said 'Good Old Sergeant Major' 
But others said 'San Fairy Arm' 

Then up spoke one ancient warrior
His whiskers a nest for the sparrows
The old man had first joined the army 
When the troops used to use bows and arrows

His grey eyes were flashing with anger
He threw down his pudden' and cursed
'You dare to wish me a Happy New Year
Well, just hear my story first

Ten years ago, as the crow flies
I came here with my darling bride
It was Christmas Day in the Waxworks
So it must be the same outside

We asked for some food, we were starving 
You gave us pease pudden' and pork
My poor wife went to the Infirmary 
With a pain in her Belle of New York

You're the man that stopped bacon from shrinking
By making the cook fry with Lux
And you wound up the cuckoo clock backwards
And now it goes'oo' fore it'cucks'

So thank you, and bless you, and blow you
You just take these curses from me
May your wife give you nothing for dinner
And then warm it up for your tea

Whatever you eat, may it always repeat 
Be it soup, fish, entree, or horse doovers
May blue bottles and flies descend from the skies 
And use your bald head for manoeuvres

May the patent expire on your evening dress shoes
May your Marcel waves all come uncurled
May your flannel shirt shrink up the back of your neck 
And expose your deceit to the world

And now that I've told you my story 
I'll walk to the clink by the gate 
And as for your old Xmas Pudden' 
Stick that - on the next fellow's plate' 

It's All Over Now, Baby Blue
(Swedish Version: Sakta Lägger Båten Ut Från Land - 1978)
Composer(s): Bob Dylan
First release by: Bob Dylan - 1965
Covered by multiple other artists



You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun
Crying like a fire in the sun
Look out the saints are comin' through
And it's all over now, Baby Blue

The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense
Take what you have gathered from coincidence
The empty-handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets
This sky, too, is folding under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue

All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home
All your reindeer armies, are all going home
The lover who just walked out your door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor
The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue

Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you
The vagabond who's rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore
Strike another match, go start anew
And it's all over now, Baby Blue

Christmas Day
Composer(s): Brian Wilson
Performer(s): The Beach Boys; Husky Team



The Christmas spirit grows with each new day
And it's so close but seems so far away
And yet it comes only once a year
And 'fore you know it, it's already here
The streets are filled with laughter
And so many hearts are gay

Everybody helps to make the spirit bright
The houses turn on their Christmas lights at night
It's worth the wait the whole year through
Just to make happy someone like you
And I'll never outgrow the thrill of Christmas day

It's worth the wait the whole year through
Just to make happy someone like you
And I'll never outgrow the thrill of Christmas day

It's worth the wait the whole year through
Just to make happy someone like you 

It's All Over Now 
(French Version: Entre Nous C'est Fini - 1964)
Composer(s): Bobby Womack; Shirley Jean Womack
First release by: The Valentinos - 1964
Covered by multiple other artists



Well, baby used to stay out all night long
She made me cry, she done me wrong
She hurt my eyes open, that's no lie
Tables turn and now her turn to cry

Because I used to love her, but it's all over now
Because I used to love her, but it's all over now

Well, she used to run around with every man in town
She spent all my money, playing her high class game
She put me out, it was a pity how I cried 
Tables turn and now her turn to cry

Because I used to love her, but it's all over now
Because I used to love her, but it's all over now

Well, I used to walk in the morning, get my breakfast in bed
When I'd gotten worried she'd ease my aching head
But now she's here and there, with every man in town
Still trying to take me for that same old clown

Because I used to love her, but it's all over now
Because I used to love her, but it's all over now
Because I used to love her, but it's all over now
Because I used to love her, but it's all over now

Christmas Day
Composer(s): Davie R. Hutch - G. Weiss
Performer(s): Linda Scott



How I wish you'd be with me on Christmas day
Bells won't ring so merrily if you are far away
With you it all would seem so right
The tree, the snow and silent night
How I wish you'd be with me to stay on Christmas day

How I wish you'd be with me on Christmas day
Bells won't ring so merrily if you are far away
With you it all would seem so right 
The tree, the snow, and silent night
How I wish you'd be with me to stay on Christmas day 

It's All Over Now
Composer(s): Sunny Skylar; Don Marcotte
Performer(s): Frankie Carle & His Orch.
and multiple other artists



I used to love to hold you when the lights were down low
But it’s all over now
You used to whisper little things that set me aglow
But it’s all over now

I listened to you tell me little white lies
Never thought you meant to deceive
Whoever would have doubted those innocent eyes
And all the little kisses that you made me believe

Remember how I planned a little home by the stream
Where we’d spend every day
You must have thought me crazy when I painted that dream
‘Cause you threw it away

I kinda thought that things would be different
Have a happy ending somehow
But I guess you never loved me ‘cos it’s easy to see
That it’s all over now

Christmas Day
((Italian Version: Natale Dura Un Giorno Solamente (Johnny Dorelli, Bice Valori) - 1970))
Composer(s): Burt Bacharach - Hal David
First release by: Edward Winter, Kay Oslin, Rita O'Connor, Neil Jones, Julane Stites - 1968
Covered by multiple other artists



Christmas Day is here and so are we
Time for children and presents
And Christmas tree happiness

Christmas Day is all that it should be
Lights and carols and holly
And all kinds of loveliness

Christmas bells ringing out goodwill to men and peace on earth
Ev'rything they taught you when you were a child
The things a child once taught the world

If Christmas day is really in your heart
You don't have to save up all your love to give once a year
Learn to give, try to live each day like Christmas Day

(Christmas bells ringing out goodwill to men and peace on earth)
(Ev'ry thing they taught you when you were a child)
(The things a child once taught the world)

If Christmas day is really in your heart
You don't have to save up all your love to give once a year
Learn to give, try to live each day like Christmas Day 

It's All Over
Composer(s): Phil Everly; Don Everly
Performer(s): The Everly Brothers



It's all over, didn't even cry 
I just stop living when you said goodbye 
It's all over, can't feel a thing 
I just stop living; couldn't stand the pain 

There are no light leaves in September 
Lips as fresh as spring 
Love that warms like summer sun 
Shouldn't die when winter comes 

It's all over, didn't even cry 
I just stop living when you said goodbye 
It's all over (it's all over)

Christmas Day
Composer(s): Dido Armstrong - Rollo Armstrong
Performer(s): Dido



The young gentleman came riding past
On a snow-blue winter's day
He asked to drink by our fire
And I was pleased to let him stay
He drank there quietly for a while
And then he turned and said to me

Your eyes are green like summer grass
Your lips are red like a fresh-cut rose
Your hair is soft like an Irish stream
And your voice is filled with sweet beauty
And the last words I heard him say were
I shall return, for you, my love, on Christmas Day

And the night will come, but I won't sleep
As I watch the stars that lead him
I cannot place where he is
But still my heart goes with him
I'm saving all my Sunday clothes
For the day that I'll be leaving

Father knows, my sister knows
And my friends, they're happy for me
And the priest he says, you should thank God
For the blessing of such beauty
And the last words I heard him say were
I shall return for you my love on Christmas Day

I shall return for you my love on Christmas Day

And the last words I heard him say
Were the last words I ever heard him say

I shall return for you my love on Christmas Day
I said I will return on Christmas Day
And yes, I shall return on Christmas day
I shall return, for you, on Christmas Day
My love, I will return on Christmas Day
I shall return, my love, on Christmas Day
On Christmas Day 

It's All In The Movies
Composer(s): Merle Haggard; Kelli Haggard
Performer(s): Merle Haggard



They were so much in love with life, happy in every way
But love the movie began with, some how got lost in the play

Like a fire burning out of control
you go caught up in the actor's role
and you cried on my shoulder
when it came to an end
     
But that's all in the movies
it won't happen to you and I
That's all in the movies
so baby don't cry

It's all in the movies
it won't happen to us I know
That's all in the movies
just a bad picture show

But that's all in the movies
it won't happen to you and I
That's all in the movies
so baby don't cry

Christmas Cookies
Composer(s): Aaron Baker
Performer(s): George Strait; The Oak Ridge Boys



I sure do like those Christmas cookies, sugar
I sure do like those Christmas cookies, babe
The ones that look like Santa Claus
Christmas trees, and bells, and stars
I sure do like those Christmas cookies, babe
Now Christmas cookies are a special treat
The more she bakes the more I eat
And sometimes I can't get myself to stop
Sometimes she'll wait till I'm asleep
And she'll take the ones I didn't eat
And put those little sprinkly things on top
I sure do like those Christmas cookies, sugar
I sure do like those Christmas cookies, babe
The ones that look like Santa Claus
Christmas trees, and bells, and stars
I sure do like those Christmas cookies, babe
Now those sprinkly things just makes things worse
Cause it makes them taste better than they did at first
And they're absolutely impossible to resist
Some disappear to who knows where
But I make sure I get my share
And those kids just stand there waiting for the ones I miss
I sure do like those Christmas cookies, sugar
Sure do like those Christmas cookies, babe
She gets mad that they're all gone
Before she gets the icing put on
Sure do like those Christmas cookies babe
Now there's a benefit to all of this
That you might have overlooked or missed
So now let me tell you the best part of it all
Every time she sticks another batch in the oven
There's 15 minutes for some kissin' and'a huggin'
That's why I eat Christmas cookies all year long!
Ah, Take it away boys
I sure do like those Christmas cookies, sugar
I sure do like those Christmas cookies, babe
The ones that look like Santa Claus
Christmas trees, and bells, and stars
I sure do like those Christmas cookies, babe
I sure do like those Christmas cookies, babe...

It's All In The Game
(Adapted from: Melody in "A" Major - 1912)
Composer(s): Charles Dawes; Carl Sigman
Performer(s): Tommy Edwards - 1951
and multiple other artists



Many a tear has to fall
but it's all... in the game 
All in the wonderful game 
that we know... as love 
You had words with him 
and your future's looking dim 
but these things your heart can rise above
Once in a while he won't call
but it's all... in the game
Soon he'll be there at your side 
with a sweet, bouquet
Then he'll kiss... your lips 
and caress your waiting fingertips 
and your heart will fly away
Once in a while he won't call
but it's all... in the game
Soon he'll be there at your side 
with a sweet, bouquet
Then he'll kiss... your lips 
and caress your waiting fingertips 
and your heart will fly away

Christmas Cometh Caroling
Composer(s): Father Andrew
Performer(s): Voices Of Jimmy Joyce
and multiple other artists



Oh, Christmas cometh caroling
And all the merry bells do ring
To tell how angels once did sing
Kneeling about their baby King
Born of our Lady Mary

And it would be a shame to tell
That only clang of brazen bell
Should play Earth's part His praise to swell
It must be you and I as well
Who kneel to Lady Mary

Then shrive you clean and wash you white
Keep vigil well this holy night
While angels carol in the height
We shall receive e're dawn of light
Bread from the Babe of Mary 

It's All I Can Do
Composer(s): Ric Ocasek
Performer(s): The Cars
and multiple other artists



one too many times I fell over you
once in a shadow I finally grew
and once in a night I dreamed you were there
I canceled my flight from going nowhere

it's all I can do
to keep waiting for you
it's all I can do
it's all I can do
(it's all I can do)

one too many times I twisted the gate
when I was crazy I thought you were great
I kept my renditions of you on the wall
where holiday romance is nothing at all

it's all I can do
to keep waiting for you
it's all I can do
it's all I can do
(it's all I can do)

you wait in the wing like a Saturday flirt
protecting the judge, you don't want to get hurt
once in a moment it all comes to you
as soon as you get it you want something new

it's all I can do
to keep waiting for you
it's all I can do
it's all I can do
(it's all I can do)

it's all I can do
to keep waiting for you
it's all I can do
it's all I can do
(it's all I can do)

it's all I can do
to keep waiting for you
it's all I can do
it's all I can do
(it's all I can do)
(repeat)

Christmas Children
Composer(s): Leslie Bricusse
Performer(s): Twiggy;
and multiple other artists



Christmas children peep into Christmas windows
See a world as pretty as a dream
Christmas trees and toys
Christmas hopes and joys
Christmas puddings rich with Christmas cream

Christmas presents shine in the Christmas windows
Christmas boxes tied with Christmas bows
Wonder what's inside
What delights they hide
But till Christmas morning no one knows
Won't it be exciting if it snows?

I suppose that children everywhere
Must say a Christmas prayer
Till Santa brings their Christmas things

Christmas children live in a Christmas daydream
Waiting for the magic to unfold
Wondrous things to eat
Every Christmas treat
Rich or not the Christmas pot of gold
Hypnotizes children young and old

Christmas children hunger for Christmas morning
Christmas day's a wonder to behold
Young ones' dreams come true
Not so young ones, too
I believe that story we've been told
Christmas is for children young and old