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Robert Folk

People are leaving In total frustration The throw up their hands People are leaving As I stomp into spring (That don't mean a thing) The angels are making

(Carole Boyer Sager/Bruce Roberts/Bette Midler) Baby won't you come and take me by my hand Won't you come and take me for a ride We almost got to Disneyland

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

THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS Writers Robert Allen, Al Stillman Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays 'cause no matter how far

Through driving often you come along where folks form focus and meet when you blink and meet me Don't stop coming I'll never stop drumming my thumbs

the albatross a?¦ Bobby: Sounds urgent! Johnny: It reads Robert is still the boss a?¦ Bobby: Well, thank you very much, folks

opens up the door What you're saying to me, it's hard to receive Especially when trouble follows me When we're keeping it real Robert sometimes Trouble

folks of that rich boy, would not let them marry And I am a symbol of the love that they stole Oh Robert Oh Robert Robert, oh Robert if you only

(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