Division of Mind
When it all comes true
Just the way you planned
It's funny but the bells don't ring
It's a quiet thing
When you hold the world
In your trembling hand
You think you'd hear a choir singing
But it is a quiet thing
There are no exploding fireworks
Where's the roaring of the crowds
Maybe it is the strange new atmosphere
Way up here among the clouds
There won't be trumpets or balls of fire
To say he's coming,
No roman candles, no angel's choir
No sound of distant drumming,
He may not be the cavalier
Tall and graceful, fair and strong,
Doesn'
Just the way you planned
It's funny but the bells don't ring
It's a quiet thing
When you hold the world
In your trembling hand
You think you'd hear a choir singing
But it is a quiet thing
There are no exploding fireworks
Where's the roaring of the crowds
Maybe it is the strange new atmosphere
Way up here among the clouds
There won't be trumpets or balls of fire
To say he's coming,
No roman candles, no angel's choir
No sound of distant drumming,
He may not be the cavalier
Tall and graceful, fair and strong,
Doesn'
The Christmas Song
Written by Mel Torme, Robert Wells
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 a turkey and some mistletoe
Helps 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
And he's got lots of toys
and many 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 it's been said many times, many ways
Merry Christmas to you