Away from wind that ruddies up your skin Away from all the troubles setting in To gather round the ones that we hold dear As they may not be here this time next year
For time does collapse Into the past So greet this Christmas as though it were your last
We'll raise a glass to dreams we gave away And celebrate the few that still remain
Just cast aside Your fickle pride And greet this Christmas as though it were your last
So find the time To make time And greet each Christmas as though it were your last
