Christmas Child

Winter’s eve is creepin' in on December first, on a cold wind,
and on the pantry door hangs a calendar
counting down the days with their little doors
and I am just a Christmas Child,
I lie upon the floor by the firelight in my home
Winter’s eve, December 4. The tree is up and the lights adorn.
I push the cloves into a tangerine,
fetch the holly from a neighbor’s tree
and I am just a Christmas Child,
I lie upon the floor by the firelight in my home
and I will lie lie lie awake,
I will lie awake and I will stay right here until I fade away.
Three weeks til Christmas Day.
Winter’s eve is nearer still, the house she creaks and the wind chills.
Howlin' wind but I remain safely by the lighted pane.
The frost, right upon the glass,
you see the treeline fade into the dark of night right on time.
and I will lie lie lie awake,
I will lie awake and I will stay right here until I fade away.
I will lie lie lie awake,
lie lie lie awake and I will stay right here until I fade away.
Two weeks til Christmas Day.
and I will lie lie lie awake,
I will lie awake and I will stay right here until I fade away.
I will lie lie lie awake,
lie lie lie awake and I will stay right here until I fade away.
I will lie lie lie awake,
lie lie lie awake and I will stay right here until I fade away.
One week til Christmas Day.
One week til Christmas Day.
One week til Christmas Day.