My love is somewhere I can't find,
and I'm wand'ring here like a ghost.
My senses are from the cold blind,
and the bird's song's my only host.

I'm trapped here like the falling snow,
my darling where is no-one knows.
An adult game and a doll show
are my book as the sun goes low.

O my dearest but I need you
Come here so I know you'd be true
How can my Christmas be so blue
With no pine tree or mistletoe

O but amongst this sultry day
A holy love for which I pray
So I could hear one word you say,
that you'd still need me all the way.