It's Been A Long, Long Time
Composer(s): Jule Styne; Sammy Cahn
Performer(s): Bing Crosby
and multiple other artists



Kiss me once, then kiss me twice
Then kiss me once again
It's been a long, long time
Haven't felt like this, my dear
Since I can't remember when
It's been a long, long time

You'll never know how many dreams
I've dreamed about you
Or just how empty they all seemed without you
So kiss me once, then kiss me twice
Then kiss me once again
It's been a long, long time

Ah, kiss me once, then kiss me twice
Then kiss me once again
It's been a long time
Haven't felt like this my dear
Since I can't remember when
It's been a long, long time

Christmas For Cowboys
Composer(s): Steve Weisberg
Performer(s): John Denver
and multiple other artists



Tall in the saddle we spend Christmas Day
Drivin' the cattle on the snow-covered plains
All of the good gifts given today
Ours is the sky and the wide open range

Back in the cities, they have diff'rent ways
Football and eggnog and Christmas parades
I'll take the blanket, I'll take the reins
Christmas for cowboys and the wide open plains

A campfire for warmth as we stop for the night
The stars overhead are the Christmas-tree lights
The wind sings a hymn as we bow down to pray
Christmas for cowboys and the wide open range

It's tall in the saddle we spend Christmas Day
Drivin' the cattle on the snow-covered plains
So many gifts have been opened today
Ours is the sky and the wide open range
It's Christmas for cowboys and wide open plains

It’s Anybody’s Spring
Composer(s): Johnny Burke; James Van Heusen
Performer(s): Jack Lemmon
and multiple other artists



You think that money is everything
And yet it’s anybody’s Spring
Go make a fortune, become a king
And still it’s anybody’s Spring
And if you flash a bank roll
Do you suppose the brook would care?
Or that a rose would say 
“There goes a millionaire!”
It’s more than diamonds around a ring
Because it’s anybody’s Spring
You may be born with the silver spoon
And yet it’s anybody’s moon
You couldn’t buy a ticket
To hear the first robin sing
It’s free because
It’s anybody’s Spring

You couldn’t buy a ticket
To hear the first robin sing
It’s free because
It’s anybody’s Spring

Christmas Eve In My Hometown
Composer(s): Don Upton - Stan Zabka
Performer(s): Kate Smith
and multiple other artists



There's so much to remember
No wonder I remember
Christmas Eve in my home town

'Cause there were carols in the square
Laughter everywhere,
Couples kissing under the mistletoe

I can't help reminiscing
Knowing I'll be missing
Christmas Eve in my home town

Nothing can erase the mem'ries I embrace
Those familiar footprints upon the snow

There's so much to remember
No wonder I remember
Christmas Eve in my home town

I'd like to be there
Trimming the tree there
And there's a chance that I might

I can hear singing
Steeple bells ringing
Noel and Silent Night

Wise men journeyed far, guided by a star
But though I'm not a wise man, this I know

Through dreams and just pretending
I'm there and I'll be spen-ding
Christmas Eve in my home town

It’s An Old Southern Custom  
Performer(s): Carroll Gibbons



It’s an old Southern custom
When you’re walking down the street
To bid everyone ‘good morning’
Don’t you think that’s kind of sweet?
It’s an old Southern custom
To politely lift your hat
When you pass a pretty stranger
Is there anything wrong in that?

If a lady meets a gentleman
As they did in days colonial
And the lady and the gentleman
Have intentions matrimonial
If they must be together
Every morning, noon and night
There’s a good old Southern custom
That makes everything all right

Christmas Eve
Composer(s): Allyn Ferguson - Sidney Shaw
Performer(s): Johnny Mathis



Moonlight shining on the mistletoe
Carols singing in the snow
Soon will come the finest hour I know
It's Christmas eve

Candles lighting windows everywhere
Season's greetings fill the air
Santa travelling every thoroughfare
It's Christmas eve

There's a legend that some wise men say is true
Fall in love on Christmas eve and love lasts your whole life through
Winter evening of the holy birth
Night time full of joy and mirth
Goodwill to all and peace on earth
It's Christmas eve

Goodwill to all and peace on earth
It's Christmas eve

It's Always You
Composer(s): Jimmy Van Heusen; Johnny Burke
First recording/First release by: Bing Crosby - 1940/1941
Covered by multiple other artists



Whenever it's early twilight
I watch till a star breaks through
Funny it's not a star I see, it's always you

Whenever I roam through roses
And lately I often do
Funny it's not a rose I touch, it's always you

If a breeze caresses me, it's really you strolling by
If I hear a melody, it's merely the way you sigh

Wherever you are, you're near me
You dare me to be untrue
Funny, each time I fall in love, it's always you

Christmas Eve
Composer(s): Maria Christensen - Curt Frasca
Performer(s): Celine Dion; Keres Katia



Snow falling gently to the ground
'Tis the night before
And in my heart there is no doubt
That this is gonna be
The brightest holiday
'Cause here you are with me
Baby, baby, I can't wait
To spend this special time of year with someone who
Makes me feel the special way that you do
Walkin' with you in a winter's snow
Kissin' underneath the mistletoe 
People smiling everywhere we go
It's Christmas Eve and they can see we're in love
Ooh, you make the season bright
With the lights reflected in your eyes
All my dreams are comin' true tonight
It's Christmas Eve and I can see we're in love
We'll stay up late tonight
Decorate the tree
Just look into my eyes
And I will tell you truthfully
That I don't need no Santa Claus
To hear my Christmas wish
I got you in my arms
And what could be a better gift

It's Always 4 A.M.
Composer(s): Sammy Cahn; Ron Anthony
Performer(s): Shirley Bassey
and multiple other artists



The world is cold, the night is still 
The dream is old, and so's a thrill 
Some cool DJ, begins to play, a Wes Montgomerys score 
When you're all alone 
It's always four a.m. 
It had to last, it would go on 
But once it's passed, it's passed and gone 
You just pretend, it didn't end 
But make believe the blower 
When you're all alone 
It's always four a.m. 

Your thoughts take wings, but nothing brings 
That needed bit of slumber 
The phone then rings, your pour heart sings 
You left the phone, wrong number 
The sun is bright, the sky's a blaze 
But still it's night, there are no days 
And worst of all, right down the hall 
There's laughter through the door 
When you're all alone 
It's always four a.m. 

Your thoughts take wings, but nothing brings 
That needed bit of slumber 
The phone then rings, your pour heart sings 
You left the phone, wrong number 
The sun is bright, the sky's a blaze 
But still it's night, there are no days 
And worst of all, right down the hall 
There's laughter through the door 
When you're all alone 
It's always four a.m. 
When you're all alone 
It's always four a.m.

Christmas Dreaming
Composer(s): Irving Gordon - Lester Lee
Performer(s): Frank Sinatra
and multiple other artists



I'm doing my Christmas dreaming
A little early this year
No sign of snow around
And yet I go around hearing
Jingle bells ringing in my ear
Your promise must be the reason
The happy season is here
So I'm doing my Christmas dreaming
A little early this year

It's Alright
Composer(s): Chris Andrews
Performer(s): Adam Faith



Well, If you want me 's alright
It's alright, it's alright
Well, If you want me 's alright
It's alright, it's alright

Well, if you want me 's alright (It's alright)
It's alright (It's alright)
It's alright (It's alright)

Well, if you want me 's alright (It's alright)
It's alright (It's alright)
It's alright (It's alright)

Call me
Any time that you want me
Any time that you want me
And I think that you might

You know how
How I love ya, believe me
How I love ya, believe me
If you want me 's alright

You want me 's alright (It's alright)
It's alright (It's alright)
It's alright (It's alright)

Well, if you want me 's alright (It's alright)
It's alright (It's alright)
It's alright (It's alright)

You want me 's alright (It's alright)
It's alright (It's alright)
It's alright (It's alright)

Well, if you want me 's alright (It's alright)
It's alright (It's alright)
It's alright (It's alright)

Give me
All the love that you got, dear
All the love that you got, dear
Come and hold me real tight

I really
Really love you a lot, dear
Really love you, so what dear
If you want me 's alright

You want me 's alright (It's alright)
It's alright (It's alright)
It's alright (It's alright)

Well, if you want me 's alright (It's alright)
It's alright (It's alright)
It's alright (It's alright)

Well, if you want me 's alright (It's alright)
It's alright (It's alright)
It's alright (It's alright)

Well, if you want me 's alright (It's alright)
It's alright (It's alright)
It's alright...

Christmas Dream
Composer(s): Andrew Lloyd Weber - Tim Rice - André Heller
Performer(s): Perry Como & The London Boy Singers; Simon Fisk; Maynard Williams



Watch me now, here I go! 
All I need's a little snow
Starts me off, sets the theme, helps me dream my Christmas dream
Ev'ry year I dream it, hoping things will change
An end to the crying, the shouting, the dying
And I hope you will dream it too
It's Christmas, remember?
We've got to remember

So light the light 
I'm home tonight.
I need you to warm me, to calm me, to love me
To help me to dream my Christmas dream

Crazy things said and done, ev'ry single day but one
Ev'ry night should, I believe, be the same as Christmas Eve
Nights should all be silent, days should all slow down
An end to the hurry, the noise and the worry
And I hope you believe that too
It's Christmas, remember?
Does no one remember?

The whole world needs a Christmas dream
We need it to warm us, to calm us, to love us
To help us to dream our Christmas dream

(Lüge dirigiert die Welt, Ehrlichkeit bringt selten Geld
Jeder möcht' Sieger sein, wer verliert bleibt ganz allein
Doch manch Will' ist möglich durch die Fantasie
Du stirbst um zu leben und nimmst um zu geben)
Einmal im Jahr wird alles wahr
Zu Weihnacht vergiss nicht
Vergiss es gewiss nicht

The whole world needs a Christmas dream
We need it to warm us, to calm us, to love us
We need it to warm us, to calm us, to love us
We need it to warm us, to calm us, to love us
To help us to dream our Christmas dream

It's All Right
Composer(s): Curtis Mayfield
First release by: The Impressions - 1963
Covered by multiple other artists



They say it's alright, they say it's alright 
it's alright, have a good time, 
cause it's alright, wo, it's alright

Now were gonna move real slow, when the lights are low 
when you move it slow, it feels like mo' 
cause it's alright, wo, it's alright

Now listen to the beat, and kinda tap your feet 
you've got soul, everybody knows 
that it's alright, wo, it's alright

When you wake up early in the morning 
feeling sad like so many of us do 
hum along a song, forget what's gone wrong 
and surely something's gotta come to you

And you gotta say it's alright, you say it's alright, yea 
it's alright, have a good time 
cause it's alright, wo, it's alright

Everybody clap your hands, now give yourself a chance 
you've got soul, everybody knows 
that it's alright, wo, it's alright

Someday I'll find me a woman 
who will love me and treat me real nice 
when my loves gotta go, my love will hold 
from morning, noon, and in the night

And she gonna say that it's alright, she'll say it's alright 
it's alright, have a good time 
cause it's alright, wo, it's alright

Everybody clap your hands, now give yourself a chance 
you've got soul, everybody knows 
that it's alright, wo, it's alright

You've got soul, everybody knows 
that it's alright, wo, it's alright

Christmas Dinner, Country Style
Composer(s): Ralph Freed - G. Saxon
Performer(s): Bing Crosby



Mother, mother, everybody's starvin'
Mother, mother, let's eat

Hold your horses, got a million courses
And I'm fixin' a treat

Jeremiah, go and help your mother
Jay and Jonah, you too
Ezachiah, go and get your brother
Then fetch Jamie and Sue

Mother, mother, everybody's happy
Got a reason to smile

`Cause you know that I'm about to servin'
Christmas dinner country style
Christmas dinner country style

Everybody's sittin' by your head
We'll all say praise and then break bread

Put your napkin on your lap
While (?) is sided from the tap

Oh don't that turkey look divine
We'll promenade it down the line
Plenty off duck, well long (?) on white
So (?) plant it to your right

Now the sachet (?) hello met country ham
And double-sachet (?) ham
Swing to the left, and test that stuffin'
And swing to the right, a Huckleberry muffin

Time for your partner to reach across
And dosey-dose the cranberry sauce

Have another helpin' (?) one and all
And you in the roomer (?), swing to the ball
Pass a little rumsteak, if you please
And promenade the pretty bag-eyed (?) beast

When you all say cheese, dosey-dose
So much's turkey is about to explode
But you still gotta swing to the pickle twist
Choose your pie (?)

Oh dinner was grand, to say the least
So honour the lady who cooked the beast

Mother, mother, thank you for the dinner
All the fixin's were great

Nothin' to it, mighty glad to do it
Seeing how much you ate

Jeremiah, go and get your dinner
Come on father, let's eat (?)

I'm too full of turkey and the stuffin'
I ain't takin' chance
It's a very, very merry Christmas
Got a reason to smile

Mother, mother, everybody loved your
Christmas dinner country style
Christmas dinner country style

It's Almost Tomorrow
Composer(s): Gene Adkinson; Wade Buff
Performer(s): The Dream Weavers
and multiple other artists



My dearest, my darling, tomorrow is near 
The sun will bring showers of sadness I fear 
You lips won't be smiling, your eyes will not shine 
For I know tomorrow that your love won't be mine 

It's almost tomorrow, but what can I do 
Your kisses all tell me that your love is untrue 
I'll love you forever till stars cease to shine 
And hope someday darling, that you'll always be mine 

You heart was so warm dear, It now has turned cold 
You no longer love me, for your memories grow old 
It's almost tomorrow, for here comes the sun 
But still I am hoping that tomorrow won't come 

It's almost tomorrow, but what can I do 
Your kisses all tell me that your love is untrue 
I'll love you forever, till stars cease to shine 
And hope someday darling, that you'll always be mine

That's Where My Money Goes
Composer(s): Alfie Zappacosta - Paul Dean - Gerald O'Brian
Performer(s): Loverboy



She's so fine, she's so eccentric
And what she buys, must be authentic
I paid up, to keep her down
I go crazy when she's not around, yeah, yeah

She's got me in the palm of her hand
But please understand
No one ever made me feel
Quite like a man
She does, oh ya
You see that little girl of mine
That's where my money goes
That's where my money goes

And I work hard (he works hard) I work overtime
It's no good, cause I can't save a dime
When I have it, I got to spend it
On my baby
'Cause I'm so dependent... ya... on love...

My friends tell me I'm out of my mind
But it's not a crime
I'II do anything to keep that girl all mine
Oh ya, all mine
She's satisfied and it shows
That's where my money goes
That's where my money goes

So take it all baby

... Now listen

My friends tell me I'm out of my mind
But it's not a crime
I'll do anything to keep that girl all mine
Oh ya, I know
She's satisfied and it shows
She's satisfied and it shows

That's where my money goes (That's where his money goes)
That's where my money goes
(That's where his money goes)
That's where my money goes (That's where his money goes)
That's where my money goes (That's where his money goes)
I'll tell ya'
She's satisfied and it shows
That's where my money goes
(That's where his money goes)
That's where my money goes
(That's where his money goes)
That's where my money goes (That's where his money goes)
That's where my money goes
That's where his money goes
Bye, bye, money, hello happiness

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"