Blue Christmas - Noel Chamber Orchestra

I'll have a Blue Christmas without you I'll be so blue just thinking about you Decorations of red on a green Christmas tree Won't be the same dear, if you're not here with me And when those blue snowflakes start falling That's when those blue memories start calling You'll be doing all right, with your Christmas of white But I'll have a blue, blue, blue, blue Christmas And when those blue snowflakes start falling That's when those blue memories start calling You'll be doing all right, with your Christmas of white But I'll have a blue, blue, blue, blue Christmas

I'll have a blue Christmas without you I'll be so blue thinking about you Decorations of red on a green Christmas tree Won't be the same here if you're not here with me And when those blue snowflakes start falling Is when those blue memories start calling Then you'll be doing all right with your Christmas of white But I'll have a blue, blue, blue Christmas Decorations of red on a green Christmas tree Just won't be the same here if you're not here with me And when those blue snowflakes start falling Is when those blue memories start calling You'll be doing all right with your Christmas of white But I'll have a blue, a blue, blue, blue Christmas I'll have a blue, blue, blue, blue, blue Christmas

I'll have a blue Christmas without you I'll be so blue just thinking about you Decorations of red on a green Christmas tree Won't be the same, if you're not here with me When the blue snowflakes start falling When those blue melody start calling You'll be doing alright with your Christmas of white And I'll have a blue Christmas I'll have a blue Christmas I'll have a blue Christmas, that's certain And when that blue heart-ache start hurting You'll be doing alright with your Christmas of wine I'll have a blue, blue Christmas I'll have a blue, blue Christmas Uh uh uh uh

I'll have a blue Christmas without you I'll be so blue thinking about you Decorations of red on a green Christmas tree They won't mean a thing if you're not here with me I'll have a blue Christmas that's certain And when that blue heartache starts hurtin' You'll be doing alright with your Christmas of white But I'll have a blue, blue Christmas I'll have a blue Christmas that's certain And when that blue heartache starts hurtin' You'll be doing alright with your Christmas of white But I'll have a blue, blue Christmas

I'll have a blue, blue Christmas without you I'll be so blue thinking about you Decorations of red on a green Christmas tree Won't mean a thing if you're not here with me I'll have a blue Christmas, that's certain And when that blue, blue heartache starts hurtin' You'll be doing alright with your Christmas of white But I'll have a blue, blue Christmas (I'll have a blue Christmas without you) (I'll be so blue thinking about you) Decorations of red on a green Christmas tree Won't mean a thing if you're not here with me (I'll have a blue Christmas that's certain) (And when those blue heartache starts hurtin') You'll be doing alright with your Christmas of white But I'll have a blue, blue Christmas (A blue, blue Christmas without you)

From a scintillating star He will signal me to come, By a light of eternity When he calls me I will go. To ask him for that child That I lost with his death, That with Nonino he went... When he tells me come here... I'll be reborn ... because... I am...! the root of the country That modeled with its clay, I am...! blood and skin, Of that Italian who gave me his seed... Good-bye Nonino... how long the road Will be without you Pain, sadness, the table and the bread...! And my good-bye... Ay...! my good-bye, To your love, your tobacco, your wine. Who, without pity, took half of me, When taking you Nonino...? Perhaps one day, I also looking back... Will say as you, good-bye... no more bets...! And today my old Nonino is a part of nature. He is the light, the wind, and the river... This torrent within me replaces him, Extending in me his challenge. I perpetuate myself in his blood, I know. And anticipate in my voice, his own echo. This voice that once sounded hollow to me When I said good-bye... Good-bye Nonino. I am...! the root of the country That modeled with its clay, I am...! blood and skin, Of that Italian who gave me his seed... Good-bye Nonino... you left your sun in my destiny. Your fearless ardor, your creed of love. And that eagerness... Ah.! your eagerness, For seeding the road with hope. I am your honeycomb and this drop of sunlight That today cries for you Nonino Perhaps the day when my string is cut I will see you and I will know there is no end.