Bing Crosby Album

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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 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

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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

We're off on the road to Morocco
This camel is tough on the spine (hit me with a band-aid, Dad)
Where they're going, why we're going, how can we be sure
I'll lay you eight to five that we'll meet Dorothy Lamour
(Yeah, get in line)

Off on the road to Morocco
Hang on till the end of the line (I like your jockey. Quiet)
I hear this country's where they do the dance of the seven veils
We'd tell you more (uh-ah) but we would have the censor on our tails
(Good boy)

We certainly do get around
Like Webster's Dictionary we're Morocco bound

We're off on the road to Morocco
Well look out, well clear the way, 'cause here we come
Stand by for a concussion
The men eat fire, sleep on nails and saw their wives in half
It seems to me there should be easier ways to get a laugh
(Shall I slip on my big shoes?)

Off on the road to Morocco
Hooray! Well blow a horn, everybody duck
Yeah. It's a green light, come on boys

We may run into villains but we're not afraid to roam
Because we read the story and we end up safe at home (yeah)
Certainly do get around
Like Webster's Dictionary we're Morocco bound

We certainly do get around
Like a complete set of Shakespeare that you get
In the corner drugstore for a dollar ninety-eight
We're Morocco bound

Or, like a volume of Omar Khayyam that you buy in the
Department store at Christmas time for your cousin Julia
We're Morocco bound
(We could be arrested)

Bing Crosby/Victor Young Orchestra

Written by: Jimmie Davis/Charles Mitchell

Peaked Billboard position #1 in 1941

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are gray
You'll never know dear how much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away.
The other night dear as I was sleeping
I dreamed I held you in my arms.
When I awoke dear I was mistaken
And I hung my head and I cried.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are gray
You'll never know dear how much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away.

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You told me once dear
That you really loved me
And no one else could come between
But now you've left me
And you love another
You have shattered all my dreams

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are gray
You'll never know dear how much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away.

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Where the blue of the night
Meets the gold of the day
Someone waits for me

And the gold of her hair
Crowns the blue of her eyes
Like a halo, tenderly

If only I could see her
Oh how happy I would be

Where the blue of the night
Meets the gold of the day
Someone waits for me

(Bing whistles)

Where the blue of the night
Meets the gold of the day
Someone waits for me

What is wrong with everybody lately
What the deuce has happened to the gang
No-one chews the rag, no-one pulls a gag
Say do I have to whip the whole shebang
Times are not as bad as what you read
and your's truly knows just what you need
Let's all meet at my house
Just make yourselves at home
I'll drag out my banjo
If someone will play the comb
And we'll sing all the old songs
incase someone feels blue
Let's all meet at my house
Let my house be your house too

I'll take you to his house, if you'll be my sweetheart
On no solo this is good neighbour work
But darling I'm ready whenever you care to start
That's right take the big red bus
If they play post office, remember I'm with you
Here here now Woodward, break it up
So let's go to his house, it seems like the thing to do
Come on

When you have another's arms about you
Do you ever think of me?
When yuo whisper, "I can't live without you."
Do you ever think of me?

1938

Love needs no debating;
It's 'hello' or 'goodbye';
Yet I'm between a kiss and a sigh.

You keep hesitating;
Can't I get some reply,
'Cause I'm between a kiss and a sigh?

Won't you explain the case?
What will I have to face?
Would I be out of place in your arms?
I don't mind the waiting, if I only knew why,
but I'm between a kiss and a sigh.

Won't you explain the case?
What will I have to face?
Would I be out of place in your arms?
I don't mind the waiting, if I only knew why,
but I'm between a kiss and a sigh.

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Be honest with me dear whatever you do
Remember you're mine dear so always be true
Where ever you wander on land or on sea
If you really love me be honest with me

My poor heart would break dear if you were untrue
Asleep or awake dear I dream about you
Oh you are my darling you're all that I see
If you really love me be honest with me

Some day I'll return dear kinda make you my own
And how I will yearn dear when I'm all alone
But I never forget dear your sweet memory
If you really love me be honest with me

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