This Time Of Year

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