[Intro]

[verse]

The morning light upon the window,

The bell above the door,

Another day of counting apples,

Another sweep of the floor.

The weather's turning colder now,

The year is growing old,

The children stop to watch the toys,

Outside the wind blows cold.

And the days roll by,

One by one,

From the dark of December

To the pale winter sun.

There's a light in the window,

And a welcome at the door,

For the people who have always come,

And will come once more.

The shelves are full of little things,

Tea and tins and bread,

The town keeps moving all around,

With Christmas just ahead.