– In the Bleak Midwinter –
poem by Christina Rossetti, 1872
music by Gustav Holst

In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,
In the bleak midwinter, long ago.

Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him, nor earth sustain;
Heaven and earth shall flee away when He comes to reign.
In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed
The Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ.

Enough for Him, whom cherubim, worship night and day,
Breastful of milk, and a mangerful of hay;
Enough for Him, whom angels fall before,
The ox and ass and camel which adore.

Angels and archangels may have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim thronged the air;
But His mother only, in her maiden bliss,
Worshipped the beloved with a kiss.

What can I give Him, poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb;
If I were a Wise Man, I would do my part;
Yet what I can I give Him: give my heart.
–  It's Only A Paper Moon –
Billy Rose, EY Harburg & Harold Arlen, 1933

Say, it's only a paper moon,
Sailing over a cardboard sea,
But it wouldn't be make believe,
If you believed in me.

Yes, it's only a canvas sky,
Hanging over a muslin tree,
But it wouldn't be make believe,
If you believed in me.

Without your love,
It's a honky tonk parade,
Without your love,
It's a melody played at a penny arcade.

It's a Barnum and Bailey world,
Just as phony as it can be,
But it wouldn't be make believe,
If you believed in me.

{repeat from Bridge, then coda:}

It's phony it's plain to see
How happy I would be
If you believed in me

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Someone's head restin' on my knee
Warm and tender as he can be
Who takes good care of me
Oh, wouldn't it be loverly
{slowly:}  Loverly, loverly, loverly, loverly
{then repeat from bridge}
–  All The Things You Are –
Oscar Hammerstein II & Jerome Kern
from the musical Very Warm for May, 1939

You are the promised kiss of springtime
That makes the lonely winter seem long.
You are the breathless hush of evening
That trembles on the brink of a lovely song.

You are the angel glow      that lights a star.
The dearest things I know      are what you are.

One day my happy arms will hold you
And someday I'll know that moment divine
When all the things you are are mine.

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– Wouldn't It Be Loverly –
w Alan Jay Lerner, m Frederick Loewe
from My Fair Lady, 1956

All I want is a room somewhere
Far away from the cold night air
With one enormous chair
Oh, wouldn't it be loverly?

Lots of chocolate for me to eat
Lots of coal makin' lots of heat
Warm face, warm hands, warm feet
Oh, wouldn't it be loverly?

Oh, so loverly sittin' abso-bloomin' - lute - ly still
I would never budge till spring
Crept over the window sill