Bing Crosby Album

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Moonlight becomes you; it goes with your hair
You certainly know the right thing to wear
Moonlight becomes you; I'm thrilled at the sight
And I could get so romantic tonight

You're all dressed up to go dreaming
Now don't tell me I'm wrong
And what a night to go dreaming
Mind if I tag along

If I say I love you
I want you to know
It's not just because there's moonlight
Although, moonlight becomes you so

You're all dressed up to go dreaming
Now don't tell me I'm wrong
And what a night to go dreaming
Mind if I tag along

If I say I love you
I want you to know
It's not just because there's moonlight
Although, moonlight becomes you so

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Sunday, Monday or Tuesday
Wednesday, Thursday or Friday
I want you near
Every day in the year

Oh, won't you tell me when
We will meet again
Sunday, Monday or always

If you're satisfied
I'll be at your side
Sunday, Monday or always

No need to tell me now
What makes the world go 'round
When at the sight of you
My heart begins to pound and pound

And what am I to do
Can't I be with you
Sunday, Monday or always

Always and forever I must be with you
Beginning Sunday and Monday and then forever

Oh, won't you tell me when
We will meet again
Sunday, Monday or always

If you're satisfied
I'll be at your side
Sunday, Monday or always

No need to tell me now
What makes the world go 'round
When at the sight of you
My heart begins to pound, pound, pound

What am I to do
Can't I be with you
Sunday, Monday or always

Did I see moonlight and magnolia trees
Smile again, my darling, if you please
Did I hear music on a warm spring breeze
Speak again, my darling, if you please
Did I feel cool September rain just then
If you please, touch my cheek with your hand again
When you are near me I can dream with ease
And I'm yours, my darling, if you please

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Would you like to swing on a star
Carry moonbeams home in a jar
And be better off than you are
Or would you rather be a mule

A mule is an animal with long funny ears
Kicks up at anything he hears
His back is brawny but his brain is weak
He's just plain stupid with a stubborn streak
And by the way, if you hate to go to school
You may grow up to be a mule

Or would you like to swing on a star
Carry moonbeams home in a jar
And be better off than you are
Or would you rather be a pig

A pig is an animal with dirt on his face
His shoes are a terrible disgrace
He has no manners when he eats his food
He's fat and lazy and extremely rude
But if you don't care a feather or a fig
You may grow up to be a pig

Or would you like to swing on a star
Carry moonbeams home in a jar
And be better off than you are
Or would you rather be a fish

A fish won't do anything, but swim in a brook
He can't write his name or read a book
To fool the people is his only thought
And though he's slippery, he still gets caught
But then if that sort of life is what you wish
You may grow up to be a fish
A new kind of jumped-up slippery fish

And all the monkeys aren't in the zoo
Every day you meet quite a few
So you see it's all up to you
You can be better than you are
You could be swinging on a star

All day tomorrow,
I'll be whispering your name
And the day after forever
I know I'll do the same.

Maytime or winter
I won't let you out of sight,
And the day after forever,
We'll talk about tonight.

Your laughter is a melody
That I'll remember long.
It plays upon my heartstrings
It's my favorite song.

All through a lifetime
I'll be loving you and then
On the day after forever,
I'll just begin again.

Too Ra Loo Ra Loo Ra,
To Ra Loo Ra Lie,
Too Ra Loo Ra Loo Ra,
Hush Now Don't You Cry.

Over in Killarney,
Many years ago,
My mother sang a song to me
In tones so soft and low.

Just a simple little ditty,
In her good old Irish way,
And I'd give the world if I could hear
That song of hers today.

Too Ra Loo Ra Loo Ra
To Ra Loo Ra Lie
Too Ra Loo Ra Loo Ra
That's an Irish lullaby.

Ave Maria
Gratia plena
Maria, gratia plena
Maria, gratia plena
Ave, ave dominus
Dominus tecum
Benedicta tu in mulieribus
Et benedictus
Et benedictus fructus ventris
Ventris tuae, Jesus.
Ave Maria

Ave Maria
Mater Dei


Ora pro nobis peccatoribus
Ora pro nobis
Ora, ora pro nobis peccatoribus
Nunc et in hora mortis
Et in hora mortis nostrae
Et in hora mortis nostrae
Et in hora mortis nostrae
Ave Maria

Original Music by Franz Schubert
Ave Maria ( Schubert )
~ original 12" 78 rpm single release
Recorded September, 1949, with flip side "The Lord's Prayer"
Original Music by Franz Schubert

Bing Crosby/Georgie Stoll Orchestra

Written by: Franz Xaver Gruber/Joseph Mohr

Silent night! holy night.
All is calm. All is bright.
Round yon virgin, mother and child.
Holy infant so tender and mild.
Sleep in heavenly peace.
Sleep in heavenly peace.

Silent night! holy night.
All is calm. All is bright.
Round yon virgin, mother and child.
Holy infant so tender and mild.
Sleep in heavenly peace.
Sleep in heavenly peace.