Home for the Holidays - Vera Lynn

Oh, little Jack Frost get lost, get lost

Little Jack Frost get lost

You know you don’t do a thing but put a bite on my toes

Freeze up the ground and take the bloom from the rose

Oh, little Jack Frost go away, go away

And don’t you come back another day

There’s lots of cold feet all the lovers complain

You turn up the heat down on lover’s lane

The bench in the park is alone in the dark

So, little Jack Frost get lost, get lost

Little Jack Frost get lost

So, little Jack Frost get lost, get lost

Little Jack Frost get lost, get lost

You don’t do a thing but put the bite on my toes

Freeze up the ground and take the bloom from the rose

So, little Jack Frost go away, go away

And don’t you come back another day, get gone, go 'way

There’s lots of cold feet, all the lovers complain

You turn off the heat down in lover’s lane

The bench in the park is all alone in the dark

So, little Jack Frost get lost, get lost

Little Jack Frost get lost

Get lost, get lost, get lost, get lost

L. J. Frost get lost

Lost