Lorraine Feather I Love New York At Christmas
When the sun rose
Christmas morning,
Central Park was dressed in white,
Soft and peaceful,
Hushed and gleaming.
There is no more lovely sight.
Walking past the frozen lake,
Down the path we used to take,
'Fraid my heart might break in two.
I need you now,
'Cause you know how
I love New York at Christmas.
Easy laughter,
Joyous carols,
At the Tavern on the Green-
Trees were sparkling;
You were smiling
With a warmth I'd never seen.
I was sure you'd draw me near,
Say the words I had to hear.
As the snow began to fall,
You sighed instead,
And only said
"I love New York at Christmas."
Saw the windows
Down at Macy's-
Sidewalk Santas, cheeks aglow.
Now's the time for
New beginnings;
How I'll find one, I don't know.
All Manhattan seems to be
Celebrating merrily.
In my soul I'm glad I'm here.
I love New York at Christmas,
Though in a way
It's hard to say
I love New York at Christmas
This year.
