Bells

will

be

rin-

ging,

this

sad,

sad

New

Year's.

Oh,

what

a

Christ-

mas

to

have

the

blues.

My

ba-

by's

gone.

I

have

no

friends

to

wish

me

gree-

tings,

once

a-

gain.

Choirs

will

be

sin-

ging,

"Si-

lent

Night",

Christ-

mas

ca-

rols

by

can-

dle

light.

Please

come

home

for

Christ-

mas.

Please

come

home

for

Christ-

mas.

If

not

for

Christ-

mas,

by

New

Year's

night.

Friends

and

re-

la-

tions

send

sa-

lu-

ta-

tions

sure

as

the

stars

shine

a-

bove.

But

this

is

Christ-

mas,

yes,

Christ-

mas,

my

dear,

The

time

of

year

to

be

with

the

ones

you

love.

So,

won't

you

tell

me,

you'll

ne-

ver

more

roam.

Christ-

mas

and

New

Year's

will

find

you

home.

There'll

be

no

more

sor-

row,

no

grief

and

pain,

and

I'll

be

hap-

py,

hap-

py

once

a-

gain.

Oh,

there'll

be

no

more

sor-

row,

no

grief

and

pain,

and

I'll

be

hap-

py,

Christ-

mas,

once

a-

gain.