You trembled like you'd seen a ghost. And I gave in. I lack the things you need the most, you said where have you been. You wasted all that sweetness to run and hide. I wonder why. I remind you of the
Verse 1. It's coming on Christmas. They’re cutting down trees. They're putting up reindeer. And singing songs of joy and peace. Oh, I wish I had a river I could skate away on. But it don't snow here.