But I'd dance through December With your hand to hold Oh It's you I miss the most Every time it snows Carollers and revellers Their songs are bittersweet
I'd dance through December with your hand to hold. Oh, it's you I miss the most every time it snows. Carolers and revelers, their songs are bittersweet
Everybody get in the groove and let the good times roll Got to stay here till we soothe our little souls If it takes all night long It might be one o
I'm goin' down, down for the third time So once you save this heart of mine Goin' down, down for the third time Goin' down, down for the third time
If heartaches brought fame in love's crazy game I'd be a legend in my time If they gave gold statues for tears and regrets I'd be a legend in my time
Everybody needs a little lovin' around Christmas time Somehow you got to know you're gonna to be all right Everybody needs a little lovin' around Christmas time
We are children of the futureWe are children of the futureWe are children of the future
All the time yes darling all the time Tenderly constantly I'll love you Every day I'll prove it every day In happiness or in loneliness I'll love you
Any old time, you want to come back home Drop me a line, and say no more you'll roam You had your chance to play the game fair When you left me, sweetheart
Oh it's crying time again you're gonna leave me I can see that faraway look in your eyes I can tell by the way you hold me darling That it won't be long
Written by John D. Loudermilk Recorded by Hank Snow Father time & mother love, Sit in their house some where up above And make us do what they want us
all the time Then and only then you're really mine There's sadness when you go away and I face another day Yet I keep dreaming of you all the time [
Snow Don't look so sad I know it's over But life goes on and this old world will keep on turnin' Let's just be glad we had some time to spend together
of leaving me Cause I thought that leaving really wasn't even on your mind I'm drowning in tears drowning constantly nearer to misery Just bidin' my time
it's peach picking time in Georgia apple picking time in Tennessee Cotton picking time in Mississippi everybody picks on me When it's roundup time in
Jimmie Rodgers - Clayton McMichen Recorded by Hank Snow When it's peach picking time in Georgia apple picking time in Tennessee Cotton picking time
Are you laughing in my face) Darling what can I do when you say we are through You've left the wound time can't erase You've left the wound time can'
time Time wait for no one Waiting time, give me time Time wait for no one Time time time longer than ? ? ? oh Time time time don't take it for a joke
