What would a mother not do for her child
What lengths would a mother not go
There’s a bond that exists between mother and child
With no end to how strong it can grow
It’s a promise for life between mother and child
It begins from the moment of birth
And you're shaken you

Hit that jive jack
Put it in your pocket till I get back
Going downtown to see a man
And I aint got time to shake your hand

Hit that jive jack
Put it in your pocket till I get back
Time and time waits for no man
And I aint got time to shake your hand

Standing

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things

Cream colored ponies and crisp apple streudels
Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles

Nothing's gonna harm you
Not while i'm around
Nothing's gonna harm you
No sir, not while i'm around
Demons are prowling everywhere
Nowadays
I'll send 'em howling i don't care
I got ways

No one's gonna hurt you
No one's gonna dare
Others can desert you

New york on sunday,
Big city taking a nap!
Slow down, it's sunday!
Life's a ball, let it fall in your lap!
If you've got troubles,
Just take them out for a walk.
They'll burst like bubbles
In the fun of a sunday in new york!

You can spend time without spending a

When i take you out, tonight, with me,
Honey, here's the way it's goin' to be:
You will set behind a team of snow white horses,
In the slickest gig you ever see!

Chicks and ducks and geese better scurry
When i take you out in the surrey,
When i take you out in the surre

Gee, it's great after bein' out late
Walkin' my baby back home
Arm in arm over meadow and farm
Walkin' my baby back home

We go 'long harmonizing a song
Or i'm recitin' a poem
Owls go by and they give me the eye
Walkin' my baby back home

We stop for a while, sh

When lilacs return in spring,
Will you?
When larks in the meadows sing,
Will you?
When clouds of a summer storm dissolve,
And starlight shimmers through,
Will you?

When wild geese of autumn fly,
Will you?
When hearth fires of winter die,
Will you?
Ti