Spirit Of Christmas Yet To Come Lyrics - Steve Kilbey

I am the spirit of christmas yet to come 

The future, the source of your grief 

And all the little details and the things left undone 

Catching you up underneath 

Gray snow falls, cold night comes down 

Into the hearts of the men in this town 

Chains on the stairs, a sudden chill 

Something beside you is keeping quite still 

I am the spirit of christmas yet to come 

The future, the source of your grief