Glory, glory! It’s Christmas time again
Seems only a year ago you were looking for a Christmas friend
To hold you in the morning, a decoration for your room
Now I’m giving up season’s greetings in memory of you
I was just a low down bellringer
Working on my one note melody
Christmas just ain’t my kind of season
Christmas time is a lonely time
Pretty lights are strung out, children in their darling coats
Little hands are working on their Christmas lists, spelling out their
dreams and hopes
Anticipation becomes you, oh, I still recall the tune
and the death of expectations on a Christmas afternoon
I was just a lowdown bellringer
Working on my one note melody
Christmas just ain’t kind of season
Christmastime is a lonely time
Glory, glory! It’s Christmas time again
Little sisters and brothers
The pretty lights are strung out
