Words and music by James Branam
All instruments and vocals performed by James Branam
Studio Version
Lyrics
It’s Christmas morning and she’s looking through the rest of someone’s dreams
She opens up the garbage can and moves away the magazines
She doesn’t want to live this way but fate has given her no choice
Sometimes she sits and talks to God but he doesn’t hear her voice
She often thinks back on the time when she could sing “Silent Night”
But her voice has lost its charm and her eyes losing their sight
The snowflakes make it a white Christmas and she can hear their Christmas cheer
But the only thing on her mind is to be alive next year
Deck the halls with boughs of holly
Wrapping paper tightly furled
She sits there shivering, “fa-la-la-la-la-la,” she sings
Merry Christmas to the world
She looks around the shack where she lives and at the photos on the wall
Of all the people who have loved her, but there is no-one left at all
She hasn’t lost the Christmas spirit, she’s even got a Christmas tree
It’s the same one she had last year, not a needle left to see
Deck the halls with boughs of holly
Old newspapers twisted and twirled
She sits there shivering, “fa-la-la-la-la-la,” she sings
Merry Christmas to the world
She lights a candle on the table but it doesn’t give off much heat
She starts to write some words on an old paper bag and gently nods off to sleep
She found her wrapped up in a blanket and candle wax was on the floor
They knew that she had had a hard life but she wouldn’t any more
They searched the room for information but all that they could apprehend
Was something written on brown paper crumpled up inside her hand, in her cold, cold hand.
Deck the halls with boughs of holly
Wrapping paper tightly furled
My only gift for man is not having to worry about me again
So, merry Christmas to the world