Winter's eve is creepin' in on December first, on a cold wind,
And on the pantry door hangs a calendar
Counting down the days with their little doors
And I am just a Christmas Child,
I lie upon the floor by the firelight in my home
Winter's eve, December 4. The tree is up and the lights adorn.
I push the cloves into a tangerine,
Fetch the holly from a neighbor's tree
And I am just a Christmas Child,
I lie upon the floor by the firelight in my home
And I will lie lie lie awake,
I will lie awake and I will stay right here until I fade away.
Three weeks til Christmas Day.
Winter's eve is nearer still, the house she creaks and the wind chills.
Howlin' wind but I remain safely by the lighted pane.
The frost, right upon the glass,
You see the treeline fade into the dark of night right on time.
And I will lie lie lie awake,
I will lie awake and I will stay right here until I fade away.
I will lie lie lie awake,
Lie lie lie awake and I will stay right here until I fade away.
Two weeks til Christmas Day.
And I will lie lie lie awake,
I will lie awake and I will stay right here until I fade away.
I will lie lie lie awake,
Lie lie lie awake and I will stay right here until I fade away.
I will lie lie lie awake,
Lie lie lie awake and I will stay right here until I fade away.
One week til Christmas Day.
One week til Christmas Day.
One week til Christmas Day.
Writer(s): Clark Terry, Barry Thomas Privett, Carter Gravatt
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