Deck the halls with boughs of holly,. Fa la la la la, la la la la.. Tis the season to be jolly,. Fa la la la la, la la la la.. . Don we now our gay apparel,.
Deck the halls with boughs of holly. Fa la la la la la, la la la la. 'Tis the season to by jolly. Fa la la la la la, la la la la. . Don we now our gay apparel.
Look outside the autumn leaves are falling. Deep inside you hear the road is calling. And I know you want to walk away. Leave it all behind, running from nothing.