I Wouldn’t Trade Christmas e The Bells Of Christmas: testi natalizi di Frank Sinatra

Frank Sinatra è un artista indimenticabile e, ovviamente, ha interpretato anche molti pezzi sul Natale. Ecco due testi che si intitolano rispettivamente, I Wouldn’t Trade Christmas e The Bells Of Christmas.

The Bells of Christmas

The bells, the bells, ringing everywhere for the sound of Christmas is in the air, The bells, the bells, from the steeple above, telling us it’s the season of love, Ring out, let the tale be told that inspires the dream of the young and old, Love, love, let your hearts unfold, for the bells of Christmas are ringing. The bells, the bells, on a wintry night, with the friendly fire burning warm and bright, The bells, the bells, on the steeple above, telling us it’s the season of love. Ring out, let the tale be told, that inspires the dream of the young and old, Love, love, let your hearts unfold, for the bells of Christmas are ringing. The bells, the bells, they’ve been here and now, to a world that almost forgotten how The bells, the bells, from the steeple above, telling us it’s the season of love. Ring out, let the tale be told that inspires the dream of the young and old, Love, love, let your hearts unfold, for the bells of Christmas are ringing. The bells of Christmas are ringing.The Bells of Christmas

I Wouldn’t Trade Christmas

I wouldn’t trade Christmas, no no, never would I,
Wouldn’t trade Christmas, I love you the best,
I wouldn’t trade Christmas, no no, never would I,
Wouldn’t trade Christmas, I love you the best.
It’s time for the hollys of fun, and the folly or all of that jolly jazz,
The people are glowing, the sand is now howing, each window is showing it has
All the latest in choicing, the daddy invoicing and all that razzle that does,
But I wouldn’t trade Christmas, wouldn’t trade Christmas for New Year’s Day,
Thanksgiving, Holloween and the rest. Christmas we love you the best.
I wouldn’t trade, no, no. never would I, wouldn’t trade Christmas, I love you the best.
The traffic gets poky, the turkey gets smoky, and all of that holy stuff,
The people are shopping for things they’ll be swapping like filigree boxes of snuff,
Though you pour the hot toddy, to force everybody, though half of the toddy’s enough,
I wouldn’t trade Christmas, wouldn’t trade Christmas for Father’s Day or Mother’s,
Valentine, and the rest, Christmas we love you the best.
The jingle fell jingle you feel the old tingle, you buy the first single scene.
The idea is clever but subways will never quite handle that huge evergreen.
And the old office party, with Stanley and Molly keep drinking until they turn green.
But I wouldn’t trade Christmas, wouldn’t trade Christmas for Labor Day, or Easter, Washington and the
rest, Christmas we love you the best.