JOHNNY MATHIS lyrics - Christmas Eve With Johnny Mathis

The Christmas Waltz

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Frosted window panes Candles gleaming inside Painted candy canes on the tree Santa's on his way, He's filled his sleigh With things, things for you and for me It's that time of year When the world falls in love Every song you hear Seems to say Merry Christmas May your New Year dreams come true And this song of mine In three quarter time Wishes you and yours The same thing too Merry Christmas May your New Year dreams come true And this song of mine In three quarter time Wishes you and yours The same thing too Merry Christmas to you

Reggae Christmas

BRYAN ADAMS "Spirit: Stallion Of The Cimarron"
Every year I get the same feel Christmas come I wanna pack my backs and flee wanna get away from New York Wanna find another place to be So we're having a reggae christmas - down in Jamaica we're having a good time too Hey man, we're having a reggae christmas a merry christmas and a reggae new year to you Christmas is nice in Germany if you like being up to your knees in snow it's just as cold up in Canada we gotta find another place to go So...so we're having a reggae christmas - down in Jamaica We're having a good time too. Hey man, we're having a reggae christmas a merry christmas and a reggae new year to you. And so now we're down in Kingstontown but I get that someday I know gonna meet my friends down in Kingston town and those good times gonna rock and those good times gonna roll. We're having a reggae christmas - down in jamaica we're having a good time too. Hey man, we're having a reggae christmas a merry christmas and a reggae new year to you we're having a reggae christmas - down in jamaica we're having a good time too hey man, we're having reggae christmas a merry christmad and a reggae new year A merry christmas and a reggae new year a merry christmas and a reggae new year to you

John Prine Christmas

JOHN PRINE "Sweet Revenge"
Pretty paper Pretty ribbons of blue. (spoken) Man oh man, I just love Christmas it's just so darn neat. I kinda wish every day was Christmas, except Christmas eve and the Fourth of July. We wouldn't want to miss out on the fireworks, would we? When I was a kid, we used to get the Christmas catalog from Montgomery Wards in Chicago. Sometimes we'd get it as early as late August. It was the big book of wishes, hopes and desires. My three brothers and I were allotted twenty-five bucks a piece, including tax. So I'd make up a different Christmas list every night from the first of September 'til the twenty-forth of December. Matter of fact, let me present you with my Christmas credentials. When I was three years old, at least that's what my mother told me, I ate an entire ornament. I ate a big red one, I thought it was an apple. They kinda freaked out and was gonna take me to the hospital but they couldn't stop me from laughing so they just left me alone. So I guess I still got that Christmas in me all the time, you know? One year, I got a wooden Roly-Poly for Christmas, you know the things you knock down and they bounce right back up. They made 'em out of wood back then, that's how old I am. Nowadays, they make 'em out of plastic. My mom says they just don't make 'em like that anymore . And I says, no ma they don't . Then there was the year I came home only eave from the army, from Germany to marry my highschool sweetheart on the day after Christmas. My little brother Billy, who was twelve at the time, had just gotten his first job so he was able to afford to buy some Christmas presents for his brothers and his mom and dad out of his own pocket. Billy had a job selling subscriptions for the Chicago Tribune. He told me this guy named Rocky would pick him up in a station wagon, him and some other boys, and he'd take 'em out to some strange neighborhood and drop 'em off and he gave them this whole spiel to give their potential customers. Supposedly their little brother had won a free trip to our nation's capital Washington, D.C., but he couldn't go on the trip if his older brother wouldn't accompany him so if you would please buy a subscription to the Chicago Tribune then my little brother will be happy. Wow, what a shyster! Some people'll do anything to get to the Whitehouse. Then there was the year that my mom and dad gave me my first guitar. Ah man it was gorgeous, I still got the thing. It was a like aqua blue. Kinda dark aqua blue with a cream colored heart. Was a Silvertone from Montgomery Wards. The model was called Kentucky Blue and man when I saw that sitting under the tree I just couldn't wait. First year so I didn't know how to play it, I'd just stand in from of the mirror with a string around my neck with that guitar and I'd try to look like Elvis. Then my brother Dave taught me a couple of chords, now I'm here in your living room singing and talking to you. It's funny how things work out. So-a whyn't you go find a stranger and extend your hand to 'em. If you see somebody looks like they ain't doin' quite as well as you, slip 'em a buck, 'specially if they don't ask for spare change. Go buy your honey a cuckoo clock or a musical snow shaking water ball, that when you wind it up it plays, I want you, I need you, I love ya with all my heart. 'cause after all, hell man, it's Christmas. Away in a manger no crib for a bed. The little Lord Jesus lay down his sweet head. The stars in the sky look down where he lay. The little Lord Jesus asleep on the (1-2) hay. (spoken) Merry Christmas Everybody. (words finally nancy)

Every Year

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Make me feel it uhhh It's in the heart man I can feel it right here It's in the heart man I can feel it right here man it's real (Every year about this time) Every year about this time yessuh (There's someone like me) There's always a dark cloud that lingers over the city There it is And I wanna preach about it looka here Every year about this time I get to diggin up old school memories that I keep stored in the back of the head in the back of my mind that I always seem to find When I'm marinatin with my peoples, slappin bones and drinkin wine Just come home from Quentin, and all I know is strind Grind, time-uhh, dope game been gone it's either white collared crime or uhh, clickin da bones How can I make some sort of dividends How can I get my mathematics on how can I get in where I fit in How can I, get in get gone Every year about this time it's always, someone like me They uhh, handcuff and shackle, and uhh, throw away the key Every year about this time it's always, someone like me They uhh, handcuff and shackle, and uhh, throw away the key (Every year about this time There's someone like me Every year about this time) About this time, uhh (They lock us up, and throw away the key) Every year about this time-uhh, oh what a pity 'ater Spooky dark cloud lingers, over the city uhh Life and death does it, coincide Will that, scared man live to tell how, that brave man died A j-a-just the other day, coulda sworn I heard a brother say White folks kill they parents, but black folks kill each other You make the bed you lay in, if this is what you choose But if you choose to cross the game, then I'd have to break the news uhh Sky-ballin and doin dirt, not haulin dirt I'm used to fast cash and big bucks, fuck construction work And how can I make some sort of dividends How can I get my mathematics, how can I get in where I fit in How can I, get in get gone Every year about this time it's always, someone like me They uhh, handcuff and shackle, and uhh, throw away the key Every year about this time it's always, someone like me They uhh, handcuff and shackle, and uhh, throw away the key (Every year about this time There's someone like me Every year about this time They lock us up, and throw away the key) You think I'll ever be able to turn some of this dirty money into some clean money? Get a bidness license maybe someday start a record company? Good intentions but I, never follow through I got good intentions but I, never follow through Systemized, a big nigga for my shoe size, trust me I'll fuck you You ain't from the hood nigga, so you ain't got a clue If I ever strike it rich UHH, I ain't gon never move Cause I'm a pistol packin weed smokin, nigga witta attitude How can I make some sort of dividend how can I get my mathematics on, how can I get in where I, fit in How can I, get in get gone Every year about this time it's always, someone like me They uhh, handcuff and shackle, and uhh, throw away the key (Every year about this time There's someone like me Every year about this time They lock us up, and throw away the key)

A John Prine Christmas

JOHN PRINE "A John Prine Christmas"
Pretty paper Pretty ribbons of blue. [Spoken:] Man oh man, I just love Christmas it's just so darn neat. I kinda wish every day was Christmas, Except Christmas eve and the Fourth of July. We wouldn't want to miss out on the fireworks, would we? When I was a kid, we used to get the Christmas catalog from Montgomery Wards in Chicago. Sometimes we'd get it as early as late August. It was the big book of wishes, hopes and desires. My three brothers and I were allotted twenty-five bucks a piece, including tax. So I'd make up a different Christmas list every night From the first of September 'til the twenty-forth of December. Matter of fact, let me present you with my Christmas credentials. When I was three years old, at least that's what my mother told me, I ate an entire ornament. I ate a big red one, I thought it was an apple. They kinda freaked out and was gonna take me to the hospital But they couldn't stop me from laughing so they just left me alone. So I guess I still got that Christmas in me all the time, you know? One year, I got a wooden Roly-Poly for Christmas, You know the things you knock down and they bounce right back up. They made 'em out of wood back then, that's how old I am. Nowadays, they make 'em out of plastic. My mom says, "They just don't make 'em like that anymore." And I says, "No ma, they don't". Then there was the year I came home only eave from the army, From Germany to marry my high school sweetheart on the day after Christmas. My little brother Billy, who was twelve at the time, Had just gotten his first job so he was able to afford to buy some Christmas presents For his brothers and his mom and dad out of his own pocket. Billy had a job selling subscriptions for the Chicago Tribune. He told me this guy named Rocky would pick him up in a station wagon, Him and some other boys, and he'd take 'em out to some strange neighborhood And drop 'em off and he gave them this whole spiel to give their potential customers. Supposedly their little brother had won a free trip to our nation's capital Washington, D.C., But he couldn't go on the trip if his older brother wouldn't accompany him So if you would please buy a subscription to the Chicago Tribune then my little brother will be happy. Wow, what a shyster! Some people'll do anything to get to the Whitehouse. Then there was the year that my mom and dad gave me my first guitar. Ah man it was gorgeous, I still got the thing. It was a like aqua blue. Kinda dark aqua blue with a cream colored heart. Was a Silvertone from Montgomery Wards. The model was called Kentucky Blue and man when I saw that sitting under the tree I just couldn't wait. First year so I didn't know how to play it, I'd just stand in front of the mirror with a string around my neck with that guitar and I'd try to look like Elvis. Then my brother Dave taught me a couple of chords, Now I'm here in your living room singing and talking to you. It's funny how things work out. So-a whyn't you go find a stranger and extend your hand to 'em. If you see somebody looks like they ain't doin' quite as well as you, slip 'em a buck, 'specially if they don't ask for spare change. Go buy your honey a cuckoo clock or a musical snow shaking water ball, That when you wind it up it plays, "I want you, I need you, I love ya with all my heart." 'cause after all, hell man, it's Christmas. Away in a manger no crib for a bed. The little Lord Jesus lay down his sweet head. The stars in the sky look down where he lay. The little Lord Jesus asleep on the (1-2) hay. [Spoken:] Merry Christmas Everybody.

An Old Fashioned Christmas

Carpenters "An Old-Fashioned Christmas"
An Old-fashioned Christmas ALBUM ยท An Old - Fashioned Chritsmas (1984) How I miss that old fashioned christmas! Carols being sung by the tree, Window's candlelight shining bright for the whole world to see Children's eyes of sweet expectations Wondering what each present will hold Lying in their beds and impatient On long christmas eves of old It used to be that all the family would gather for this one night It used to be that special feeling shared together knowing christmas was here one night a Year How I miss that old fashioned christmas! Memories that last through the years Call me sentimental; don't mind if you do I wish an old fashioned christmas to you!@song: at the end of a song They tell me Somewhere this life isn't crazy But I've traveled the world far and wide And I say they're wrong Don't sell me Stories that music's a lady It's not when the singer's alone At the end of a song (*) at the end of a song There's no one After the last note is played Only the memory stays Then even that fades away And there's nothing so hard As convincing your heart That you should start singing again You told me Nothing could change perfect lovers But like ev'ry promise you made It broke before long It's lonely Falling away from each other But we've come to the last of your words And the end of a song Repeat (*)

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