in the jukebox of her memory
the list of names flips by and stops
and she closes her eyes
and smiles as the record drops
then she drinks herself up and out of her kitchen chair
and she dances out of time
as slow as she can sway
as long as she can say
this dance is mine
this dance is mine
her hair bears silent witness
to the passing of time
tattoos like mile markers
map the distance she has gone
winning some, losing some
but she says my sister still calls every sunday night
after the rates go down
and i still can never manage to say anythin
THE CHRISTMAS SONG
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
jack frost nipping at your nose
yuletide carols being sung by a choir
and folks dresses up like Eskimos
Everybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe
help to make the season bright
tiny tots with their eyes all aglow
will find it hard to sleep tonight
They know that Santa's on his way
he's loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh
and every mother's child is gonna spy
to see if reindeer really know how to fly
And so I'm offering this simple phrase
to kids from one to ninety-two
although it's been said
many times many ways
"Merry Christmas"
Every mother's child is gonna spy
to see if reindeer really know how to fly
And so I'm offering this simple phrase
to kids from one to ninety-two
although it's been said
many times many ways
"Merry Christmas"
"Merry Christmas"
"Merry Christmas to you..."