: /__/ /__/ /__/ /__/ /__/ /__/
/__/ /__/ /__/ /__/ /__/ /__/ :
verse 1
Deep in De - cember, the year has grown old,
The days have grown dark, and the nights have turned cold,
And the hurts that we harbour, the debts that we owe,
Are sleeping down under a blanket of snow!
Break
/__/ /__/ /__/ /__/ /__/ /__/
/__/ /__/ /__/ /__/ /__/ /__/
verse 2
It covers the grasses, the bench in the park,
The scars in the earth where man's made his mark,
And high in the sky there's an unearthly glow,
Like a miracle sent to de - light us be - low!
verse 3
And all our cares seem imma - terial,
Be - neath a light so e - thereal,
As if all our wrongs could be made right,
/__/ /__/ /__/ /__/ /__/ /__/ /__/ /__/ /__/
verse 4
We wound, and we're wounded, by the tiniest acts,
We run from our ghosts, and we cover our tracks,
And we try to make up for mis - takes that we've made,
With presents, and parties, and Christmas pa - rades!
Break
/__/ /__/ /__/ /__/ /__/ /__/
/__/ /__/ /__/ /__/ /__/ /__/
Verse 5
But I'm tired of the running, I?m taking my leave,
And the fire's burning low, on this cold Christmas Eve,
All that I have is this evening to spend,
And all that I want is to hold you a - gain!
Verse 6
To linger a while in the mystery,
To know the gift that has been given me,
Just to lie be - side you, this Christmas--- night,
/__/ /__/ /__/ /__/ /__/ /__/ /__/ /__/ /__/
Break
/__/ /__/ /__/ /__/ /__/ /__/
/__/ /__/ /__/ /__/ /__/ /__/
Coda