On a christmas eve

When nobody called me

A friend came into my room

Where I was sleeping



He touched my hand

I knew who he was

His voice was familiar and deep



In the trees and in the bushes

Rose up a wind and breathed in my ear

Today I'm happy like never before



There was much to discuss

As he stood before me

By my bed in the corner

Slowly it grew late



He took my hand

I knew who he was

I didn't want him to go



In the trees...