Ella Fitzgerald
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Ella Fitzgerald
Ella Jane Fitzgerald (April 25, 1917 – June 15, 1996), also known as the "First Lady of Song", "Queen of Jazz", and "Lady Ella", was an American jazz and song vocalist. With a vocal range spanning three octaves (D♭3 to D♭6), she was noted for her purity of tone, impeccable diction, phrasing and intonation, and a "horn-like" improvisational ability, particularly in her scat singing. more »
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Have yourself a merry little christmas Let your heart be light Next year all our troubles will be Out of sight Have yourself a merry little christmas Make the yule-tide gay Next year all our troubles will be Miles away Once again as in olden days Happy golden days of yore Faithful friends who are dear to us Will be near to us once more Someday soon, we all will be together If the fates allow Until then, well have to muddle through somehow So have yourself a merry little christmas nowWatch: New Singing Lesson Videos Can Make Anyone A Great Singer
Written by: Hugh Martin, Ralph Blane
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Tratore
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Have yourself a merry little Christmas Once again as in olden days Someday soon, we all will be together Once again as in olden days Someday soon, we all will be together
Let your heart be light
Next year all our troubles will be out of sight
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Make the yule-tide gay
Next year all our troubles will be miles away
Happy golden days of yore
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Will be near to us once more
If the fates allow
Until then, we'll have to muddle
through somehow
So have yourself
A merry little Christmas now
Happy golden days of yore
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Will be near to us once more
If the fates allow
Until then, we'll have to muddle through somehow
So have yourself
A merry little Christmas now
Thanks for the memory Writer(s): BLANE RALPH, MARTIN HUGH<br>Lyrics powered by
www.musixmatch.comHave Yourself a Merry Little Christmas Lyrics
Of things I can't forget
Journeys on a jet
Our wond'rous week in Martinique
And Vegas and Roulette
How lucky I was
And thanks for the memory
Of summers by the sea
Dawn in Waikiki
We had a pad in London
But we
didn't stop for tea
How cozy it was
Now since our breakup
I wake up alone on a gray morning-after
I long for the sound of your laughter
And then I see the laugh's on me
But thanks for the memory
Of every touch a thrill
I've been through the mill
I've lived a lot and learned a lot
You loved me not and still
I miss you so
much
Thanks for the memory
Of how we used to jog
Even in a fog
That barbecue in Malibu
Away from all the smog
How rainy it was
Thanks for the memory
Of letters I destroyed
Books that we enjoyed
Tonight the way things look
I need a book by Sigmund Freud
How brainy he was
Gone are those
evenings on Broadway
Together we'd go to a great show
But now I begin with the late show
And wish that you were watching, too
I know it's a fallacy
That grown men never cry
Baby, that's a lie
We had our bed of roses
But forgot that roses die
And thank you so much
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Thanks for the memory Writer(s): BLANE RALPH, MARTIN HUGH<br>Lyrics powered by
www.musixmatch.comHave Yourself a Merry Little Christmas Lyrics
Of things I can't forget
Journeys on a jet
Our wond'rous week in Martinique
And Vegas and Roulette
How lucky I was
And thanks for the memory
Of summers by the sea
Dawn in Waikiki
We had a pad in London
But we
didn't stop for tea
How cozy it was
Now since our breakup
I wake up alone on a gray morning-after
I long for the sound of your laughter
And then I see the laugh's on me
But thanks for the memory
Of every touch a thrill
I've been through the mill
I've lived a lot and learned a lot
You loved me not and still
I miss you so
much
Thanks for the memory
Of how we used to jog
Even in a fog
That barbecue in Malibu
Away from all the smog
How rainy it was
Thanks for the memory
Of letters I destroyed
Books that we enjoyed
Tonight the way things look
I need a book by Sigmund Freud
How brainy he was
Gone are those
evenings on Broadway
Together we'd go to a great show
But now I begin with the late show
And wish that you were watching, too
I know it's a fallacy
That grown men never cry
Baby, that's a lie
We had our bed of roses
But forgot that roses die
And thank you so much
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