Sometimes I wag my finger, sometimes I shake my fist
But I'm writing you a letter, I'm sending you a kiss
I'm sending you some money to buy a pair of shoes
'Cause you've grown out of the last ones
I know I'm losing you
I've taught you how to save and I've taught you how to spend
But I never told you anything, how to keep or make a friend
I'm sending you some money to buy a pair of socks
But you never wore 'em anyhow
And a little money talks
Winter's coming on now, I turn the clocks back by an hour
I changed the double window, and cut the last of summer's flowers
I'm wishing you were here to help me with these chores
Or just to build the fire, and we can sit and watch it as it roars
I'm writing you a letter
I'm sending you a kiss
