Loneliest day of the year if you're alone
Where you going to?
Nobody knows
What's it coming to?
It's coming blow by blow
No snow for you
No not today
You stop your bridges
And you burn them all away
Walking about, give me a shout, it was Christmas
The saddest day of the year if you're still sad
Holiday spot, all hurrying up for the Christmas
Those rich Italian girls with their mum and their dad
Rolling along quite nicely thanks
Or lolling about our malleable shanks
And the serpents cut through the surface
With all their spray
Drifting around at the eventide, it was Christmas
Loveliest day of the year if you're alone
Where you going to?
I'm going home I suppose
What's it coming to?
It's coming and it shows
No cheer for you
No not today
They took your baubles and your tinsel
And threw them all away
Where you going to?
I'm gonna change my clothes
What's it coming to?
Well nobody knows
Where you going to?
Where the wildflower grows
Where's it coming from?
Where the river flows
No cheer for you
No not today
They took your baubles and your tinsel
And threw them all away
No snow for you
No not today
You stop your bridges
And you burn them all away
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