Chestnuts are roasting on an open fire Jack frost nipping at your nose Yuletide carols being sung by a choir And folks dressed up like Eskimos Everybody
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire Jack Frost nipping at your nose Yuletide carols being sung by a choir And folks dressed up like Eskimos Everybody
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire, jack frost nipping at your nose. Yuletide carols being sung by a choir and folks dressed up like eskimos. Everybody
This is a mad house, she goes straight for the palm You'll be luck to make it till Tuesday I say you must be joking, the ideas absurd But the pictures
Written 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
Chestnuts roasting on a open fire Jack Frost nipping at your nose Yuletide carols being sung by a choir And folks dressed up like Eskimos Everybody knows
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire Jack Frost nipping at your nose Yuletide carols being sung by a choir Dressed up like eskimos Everybody knows a turkey
There's a place in my heart where you used to be There's a pain, deep inside, don't want the world to see Nothing, but emptiness, once there was your
The Christmas Song: Chestnuts roasting on an open fire Jack Frost nipping at your nose Yuletide carols being sung by a choir Folks dressed up like Eskimos