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Frank Sinatra
Frank Sinatra


Background information
Birth name Francis Albert Sinatra
Born December 12, 1915
Born place Hoboken, New Jersey, United States
Died May 14, 1998
Death place Los Angeles, California, United States
Genre(s) Traditional pop
Jazz
Big band
Years active 1935—1995
Label(s) Columbia Records
Capitol Records
Reprise Records
Associated acts Rat Pack
Bing Crosby
Nancy Sinatra
Quincy Jones
Website Website



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Frank Sinatra Album


The Christmas Collection (2004)
2004
1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
We Wish You The Merriest (With Bing Crosby)
6.
7.
Go Tell It On The Mountain (With Bing Crosby)
8.
The Christmas Song (With Bing Crosby)
9.
10.
I Wouldn't Trade Christmas (The Sinatra Family)
11.
12.
The Twelve Days Of Christmas (The Sinatra Family)
13.
14.
15.
16.
17.
White Christmas (With Bing Crosby)
18.
. . .


I've got my love to keep me warm, off with my overcoat, off with my glove,
I need no overcoat, I'm burning with love.
My heart's on fire, the flame goes higher, but I can weather the storm,
What do I care how much it may storm, I've got my love to keep me warm.

. . .


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
Ev'ry 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


(It's that time of year when the world falls in love)
(Ev'ry 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

. . .


You better watch out
You better not cry
Better not pout
I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is coming to town
He's making a list
And checking it twice;
Gonna find out Who's naughty and nice
Santa Claus is coming to town
He sees you when you're sleeping


He knows when you're awake
He knows if you've been bad or good
So be good for goodness sake!
O! You better watch out!
You better not cry
Better not pout
I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is coming to town
Santa Claus is coming to town

. . .


Come they told me (pa-rum pum pum pum)
A newborn King to see (pa-rum pum pum pum)
Our finest gifts we bring (pa-rum pum pum pum)
To lay before the King
So to honor Him (pa-rum pum pum pum)
When we come

Little baby (pa-rum pum pum pum)
I am a poor boy too (pa-rum pum pum pum)
I have no gift to bring (pa-rum pum pum pum)
That's fit to give our King
Shall I play for you (pa-rum pum pum pum)
On my drum?

Mary nodded (pa-rum pum pum pum)
The ox and lamb kept time (pa-rum pum pum pum)
I played my drum for Him (pa-rum pum pum pum)
I played my best for Him
Then He smiled at me (pa-rum pum pum pum)
Me and my drum

. . .


We wish you the merriest, the merriest, the merriest, the merriest to you
We wish you the merriest, the merriest, the merriest, yes the merriest,
We wish you the merriest, the merriest, the merriest Yule cheer,
We wish you the happiest, the happiest, the happiest, yes the happiest,
We wish you the happiest, the happiest, the happiest New Year.
May your tree be filled with happiness, happiness and friendliness for all
May your heart be filled with cheerfulness,
With happiness and cheerfulness and friendliness for all.
We wish you the happiest, the happiest, the happiest, yes the happiest,
We wish you the merriest, the merriest, the merriest Yule cheer,
And the happiest New Year.
The happiest and the friendliest, and the merriest, the cheerfullest,
And the happiest New Year.

. . .


Song: Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas
Artist: Frank Sinatra

(Frank)

Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas
Let Your Heart Be Light
From Now On Our Troubles Will Be Out Of Sight

(Backup Voices) Ahhhhhhh

Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas (Merry Little Christmas)
Make The Utile Gay (Make The Utile Gay)
From Now On Our Troubles Will Be Miles Away

(Backup Voices) Ahhhhhhh

Here We Are As In Olden Days
Happy Golden Days Of Yours
Faithful Friends Who Are Dear To Us
Gather Near To Us Once More

Through The Years We All Will Be Together
If The Faiths Allow
Hang A Shining Star Upon The Highest Bar
And Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas Night

(Backup Voices)

Here We Are As In Olden Days
Happy Golden Days Of Yours
Faithful Friends Who Are Dear To Us
Gather Near To Us Once More

(Frank)

Through The Years We All Will Be Together
If The Faiths Allow
Hang A Shining Star Upon The Hightest Bar
And Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas Night

(Backup Voices) Ooooooohhhh, Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas

. . .


When I was a leaner
I sought truth night and day.
I asked our Lord to help me
And he showed me the way.

Go, tell it on the mountain,
Over the hills and everywhere.
Go, tell it on the mountain:
that Jesus Christ is born

He made me a watchman
Upon the city wall,
and if I am a christian,
I am the least of all

Go, tell ...

. . .


Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like eskimos

Everybody knows some turkey and some mistletoe
Help to make the season bright
Tiny tots with their eyes all aglow
Will find it hard to sleep tonight

They know that Santa's on his way
He's loaded lots of toys
And goodies on his sleigh
And every mother's child is gonna spy
To see if reindeer really know how to fly

And so, I'm offering this simple phrase
To kids from one to ninety-two
Although its been said
Many times, many ways
Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas to You!

. . .


I heard the bells on Christmas day
Their old familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet the words repeat
Of peace on earth, good will to men.

I thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along th' unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good will to men.

And in despair I bowed my head
"There is no peace on earth," I said,
"For hate is strong and mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good will to men."

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
"God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;
The wrong shall fail, the right prevail
With peace on earth, good will to men."

Till ringing, singing on its way
The world revolved from night to day,
A voice, a chime, a chant sublime
Of peace on earth, good will to men.

. . .


I wouldn't trade Christmas, no no, never would I,
Wouldn't trade Christmas, I love you the best,
I wouldn't trade Christmas, no no, never would I,
Wouldn't trade Christmas, I love you the best.
It's time for the holly, the fun and the folly, and all of that jolly jazz,
The people are glowing, the Santas ho-ho-ing, each window is showing it has
All the latest in toy things, the daddy and boy things and all that
razz-a-ma-tazz,
But I wouldn't trade Christmas, wouldn't trade Christmas for New Year's Day,
Thanksgiving, Halloween and the rest. Christmas we love you the best.
I wouldn't trade, no, no. never would I, wouldn't trade Christmas, I love you
the best.
The traffic gets pokey, the turkey gets smoky, and all of that hokey stuff,
The people are shopping for things they'll be swapping like filigree boxes of
snuff,
Though you pour the hot toddy, to force everybody, though half of the toddy's
enough,
I wouldn't trade Christmas, wouldn't trade Christmas for Father's Day or
Mother's,
Valentine, and the rest, Christmas we love you the best.
The jingle bells jingle, you feel the old tingle, you buy the Kris Kringle
scene.
The idea is clever but subways will never quite handle that huge evergreen.
And the old office party, with Sammy and Marty, keep drinking until they turn
green.
But I wouldn't trade Christmas, wouldn't trade Christmas for Labor Day, or
Easter, Washington and the
rest, Christmas we love you the best.

. . .


Singing carols, stringing popcorn, making footprints in the snow,
Memories, Christmas memories, they're the sweetest ones I know.
Cookies taking in the kitchen, calls in rhythm everywhere,
Proxies, Christmas memories, float like snowflakes in the air.
Oh the joy of waking Christmas mornings, the family round the tree,
We had a way of making Christmas morning as merry as can be,
I close my eyes and see shining faces
Of all the children who now have children of their own
Funny, but comes December, and I remember every Christmas I've known.

. . .


(not Frank's version, this is the traditional)
On the (first) day of Christmas my true love sent to me
Twelve lords leaping, Eleven ladies dancing, Ten pipers piping
Nine drummers drumming, Eight maids milking, Seven swans swimming
Six geese laying, Five gold rings
Four calling birds, Three french hens, Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree

(this is Frank's version)
On the (first) day of Christmas, we gave our loving dad (my children gave to me)
Twelve dozen kisses, Eleven jars of jelly, Ten silken hankies,
Nine games of scrabble, Eight pairs of cufflinks, Seven books of fiction,
Six golden lighters, Five ivory combs,
Four mission lights, Three golf clubs, Two silken scarfs,
And a most lovely lavender tie.

. . .


The bells, the bells, ringing everywhere for the sound of christmas is in the air,
The bells, the bells, from the steeple above, telling us it's the season of love,
Ring out, let the tale be told that inspires the dream of the young and old,
Love, love, let your hearts unfold, for the bells of christmas are ringing.
The bells, the bells, on a wintry night, with the friendly fire burning warm and bright,
The bells, the bells, on the steeple above, telling us it's the season of love.
Ring out, let the tale be told, that inspires the dream of the young and old,


Love, love, let your hearts unfold, for the bells of christmas are ringing.
The bells, the bells, they've been here and now, to a world that almost forgotten how
The bells, the bells, from the steeple above, telling us it's the season of love.
Ring out, let the tale be told that inspires the dream of the young and old,
Love, love, let your hearts unfold, for the bells of christmas are ringing.
The bells of christmas are ringing.

. . .


Give me an old fashioned Christmas, an old fashioned Christmas,
Family faces, wide open spaces, covered with snow,
Right now my mom there in the kitchen, basting the Christmas bird,
You'll have to take my word, you can't find that at the automat.
An old fashioned fireplace, give me an old fashioned fireplace,
My heart remembers smoldering embers, warming your glow,
I'd trade that whole Manhattan skyline, the shimmering steel and chrome,
For one old fashioned Christmas back home.

. . .


The season is upon us now
A time for gifts and giving
And as the year draws to its close
I think about my living
The Christmas time when I was young,
The magic and the wonder,
But colors dull and candles dim,
And dark my standing under
O little Zachary, shining light
You've set my soul to dreaming
You've given back my joy in life
And filled me with new meaning
A Savior King was born that day,
A baby just like you,
And as the Magi came with gifts,
I come with my gift too
That peace on Earth fills up your time,
That brotherhood surrounds you.
That you may know the warmth of love,
And wrap it all around you
It's just a wish, a dream I'm told
From days when I was young
Merry Christmas, little Zachary
Merry Christmas, everyone
Merry Christmas, little Zachary
Merry Christmas, everyone

. . .


Whatever happened to Christmas? It's gone and left no traces,
Whatever happened to the faces or the glow,
Whatever happened to Christmas, to Christmas way of living?
Whatever happened to the giving, the magic in the snow?
Remember the sight and the smell and the sound,
And remember hearing the call,
Remember how love was all around, whatever happened to it all?
Whatever happened to Christmas, bells in the streets were ringing,
Whatever happened to the singing, the songs we used to know.
Whatever happened to this Christmas, and when did it disappeared from view,
Where was I, and whatever happened to you?
Whatever happened to Christmas and you?

. . .


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 Christmas card I write
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white
(I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know)

Where the treetops glisten and children listen
To hear those sleigh bells in the snow

(I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write)
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white

. . .


silent night, holy night
all is calm, all is bright
round young virgin, mother and child
holy infant so tender and mild
sleeeep in heavanly peace
sleeep in heavanly peace

choir:
silent night, holy night
all is calm, all is bright

frank:
round young virgin mother and child
holy infant so tender and mild
sleeeep in heavanly peace
sleeep in heavanly peace

. . .


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