Sentimental Christmas

Now the nights are drawing in

And the winter wind's biting on my skin

It might be just a little

But I get sentimental about Christmas

The sound of singing the smell of pine

Takes me back to a place in time

It might be accidental

But I get sentimental about Christmas

Something bout this time of year

Brings that magic once again

This old heart still feels the wonder

Just the same, just the same

When I see colours of red and gold

When I hear church bells ring out in the cold

When snow is falling gentle

I get sentimental about Christmas

Now the nights are drawing in

And the winter wind's biting on my skin

It might be just a little

But I get sentimental about Christmas