Ray Evans

When I was just a little girl I asked my mother, what will I be Will I be pretty? Will I be rich? Here's what she said to me Que sera, sera Whatever will be, will be The future's not ours to see Que sera, sera What will be, will be.

Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, men have named you You're so like the lady with the mystic smile.

Do you smile to tempt a lover, Mona Lisa? Or is this your way to hide a broken heart? Many dreams have been brought to your doorstep They just lie there, and they die there Are you warm? Are you real, Mona Lisa? Or just a cold and lonely, lovely work of art?

City sidewalks, busy sidewalks, dressed in holiday style In the air there's a feeling of Christmas Children laughing, people passing, meeting smile after smile And on every street corner you hear Silver bells, (silver bells), silver bells, (silver bells) It's Christmastime in the city Ring a ling, (ring a ling), hear them ring, (hear them ring) Soon it'll be Christmas Day