This Time of Year

Weather cold

Hot fire's bright and church bells ringing

Hands to hold

Heart's feeling light, and lovers 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 the 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 loss in a crowd

There's no loneliness allowed

At a ball, so like a Christmas Cinderella

Trading in her fella and her dream

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