In a garden fair, sat a happy pair,

'Neath a shady maple tree,

She had promised him,

"We'll be married, Jim,

To the chimes of Trinity,

"Tis the month of May, but next Christmas Day,

I will be your blushing bride,

Don't you worry dear,

It will soon be here."

But he looked at her and sighed:



"Christmas chimes mean happy times, for you and me, sweetheart,

Winter time means you'll be mine, and never more to part,

Honeymoon can't shine too soon, I wish it were today,

Girlie mine, don't Christmas time seem years and years away?"



"There is nothing, dear, that I have to fear,

If I can't afford the ring,

Santa Claus is kind, And I'm sure he'll find,

Just a plain gold band to bring,

It's been just a year since I met you, dear,

But it seems like just a day,

If I only could, girlie dear, I would,

Turn December into May."



"Christmas chimes mean happy times, for you and me, sweetheart,

Winter time means you'll be mine, and never more to part,

Honeymoon can't shine too soon, I wish it were today,

Girlie mine, don't Christmas time seem years and years away?"