Behind the curtains,
in the house,
there moves barely a mouse,
in the house,
and with the music on,
how beautiful it is with your eyes closed,
and your favourite song,
and the time how joyfully it moves along,
with a few beers and wine,
and the fire roaring high,
and the chestnuts on,
as the music plays and you while away the evening,
with a loved one in your arms,
and the night it is truly a happy one,
with quiet and tranquillity,
and ruddy cheeks,
and music,
what a better night could there be,
at Christmas time,
after all the eating and all the festivities are done,
and what better a time could be spent,
than in the arms of a loved one,
with a few beers and wine,
and the fire roaring high,
and with the chestnuts upon it,
and in the arms of a loved one,
and with happiness and smiles,
and the music on.