And When
And when the candles are lighted
And the balmy breeze blows
And when the stars are sighted
Where the river gently flows
And the red poinsettia kiss the eyes
And the holy carols are heard
As if angels were still in the skies
And shepherds still kept the herd
And when the season of Christmas
Come trolling from pagan lore
Loneliness make the heart sad, alas
And I miss you more and more.
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