Texty: Moody Blues. December. On This Christmas Day.
I saw your picture in the paper
I didn't know your name
But the pain was there for all to see
As the snow turned to rain
I saw your picture didn't know what to do
A lonely face in the crowd
In that moment when the world stood still
And tears lay on the ground
Wherever I go, I will think of you
Whatever I do, whatever I say
On this Christmas Day
A silent a prayer on the street
Is it Heaven that has the final word?
With the world at your feet
Wherever I go, I will think of you
Whatever I do, whatever I say
On this Christmas Day
On this Christmas day
Wherever I go, I will think of you
Whatever I do, whatever I say
On this Christmas Day
Wherever I go, I will think of you
I will be with you
On this Christmas Day
On this Christmas Day
I didn't know your name
But the pain was there for all to see
As the snow turned to rain
I saw your picture didn't know what to do
A lonely face in the crowd
In that moment when the world stood still
And tears lay on the ground
Wherever I go, I will think of you
Whatever I do, whatever I say
On this Christmas Day
A silent a prayer on the street
Is it Heaven that has the final word?
With the world at your feet
Wherever I go, I will think of you
Whatever I do, whatever I say
On this Christmas Day
On this Christmas day
Wherever I go, I will think of you
Whatever I do, whatever I say
On this Christmas Day
Wherever I go, I will think of you
I will be with you
On this Christmas Day
On this Christmas Day
Moody Blues
December
Moody Blues