Late on Christmas eve
In the street alone
Outside a house on the pavement stone
I sang to her, as it's sung together
How many nights I felt her tether
She would not heed what I melodied
In my soul's sore need, she would not heed
As I bent me up there, I voiced and I fingered
Upon the strings long, long I lingered
Only the curtains hid from her
One whom Caprice had bid from her
She did not come and my heart grew numb
And dull my strum, she did not come
Sick I withdrew
At love's grim hue
Finally she knew, sick I withdrew
Sick I withdrew, at love's grim hue
Finally she knew, sick I withdrew
Sick I withdrew, at love's grim hue
Finally she knew, sick I withdrew.
