Snowed Under - Mary Hopkin

The year is almost over

Doesn’t it fly so fast alone?

Summer’s barely faded

The town’s already dressed

Walls are decked with holly banners

The tills ring out their warning

«Oh, superstars, they’re selling out

You better make it soon»

So what’ve we to laugh about?

Sometimes I’m not so sure

But Christmas, Christmas is here

Christmas, Christmas is here

Here we are together

Sharing this time of innocence

I need seven shopping days

Dawn has just begun

What happened to those wise men?

Now, we need their guiding star

Running 'round in circles

Can’t remember who we are

So what’ve we to laugh about?

Sometimes I’m not so sure

But Christmas, Christmas is here

Christmas, Christmas is here

So what’ve we to laugh about?

Sometimes I’m not so sure

But Christmas, Christmas is here

Christmas, Christmas is here

And it’s alright, alright, alright again

And it’s alright, alright, alright again

So what’ve we to cry about?

Laughing through my tears

It’s Christmas.

Christmas is here

Christmas, Christmas is here

And it’s alright, alright, alright again

And it’s alright, alright, alright again