Weather cold Hot fire's bright and Church bells ringing Hands to hold Hearts feeling light and lover's clinging This time of year With its holiday style Makes it easy for a while To pretend, that nothing but a year is ending Til the night is near This time of year I feel better alone I ignore the telephone What's the use, of making all thee old excuses Friends don't care to hear So I sit and listen To the party going on next door I admit, that I thought twice Before deciding not to go The laughter sounds so nice I'll just stay here I'm a lost in a crowd There's no loneliness allowed And a ball, so like a Christmas Cinderella Trading in her fella and her dreams I'll spend a quite fireplace evening With lonesome ice cubed chill And I'll forget you Just as I forget you This time of every year