It's the wrong time, and the wrong placeThough your face is

I reached the age of forty somewhat sooner than expectedLiving at

summer smiles, the summer knows, and unashamed, she sheds

I know I said that I was leavingBut I just, couldn't

She says she's sleeping wellShe says she's lost some weightShe says

I wouldn't trade Christmas, no, no, never would IWouldn't trade Christmas,

(Feelin' kinda Sunday, feelin' kinda Sunday, feelin' kinda Sunday)(Feelin' kinda Sunday,

day, when I'm awfully lowWhen the world is coldI

wonder why you keep me waitingCharmaine, my CharmaineI wonder when

in touch with that sundown fellowAs he tiptoes across

Oh, by gosh, by gollyIt's time for mistletoe and hollyTasty pheasants,

this moment onYou for me, dearOnly two for tea,

In the heavens, stars are dancingAnd the mounting moon is newWhat

I was mighty blueThought my life was through'Til the heavens openedAnd

How glad the many millionsOf Annabelle's and Lillian's would be to

You make me feel so youngYou make me feel like spring

All or nothing at allHalf a love, never appealed to meIf

We're like a pair of scissors, partner, you can't get away

In the hush of evening, as shadows steal across my lonely

I went down to Virginia and no one sent for meI