It’s been five thousand days,
Darling, these years have been slow.
And as every hour passes,
I can’t stop but wish you’d be home.
When comes December,
I’ll be waiting to see your face.
It’s my birthday, the day after Christmas,
And I don’t want any space between us.
When the moonlit sky showers,
Let’s disappear in the winter snow;
Until the summer winds discover us,
We will be far away from home.
And when comes December,
I will put out the fireplace.
It’s my birthday, the day after Christmas,
And I don’t want any space between us.
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