Shooting Stars
Текст песни My Christmas Card To You

V1
I'm through with Robins and forsaken misletoe
I'm through with shephards and the fields of falling snow
I've had enough of angels bells that go ding dong!
This year I'm sending you this song

Chorus
This is my Christmas card to you
It's not tchaikovsky it's not Motzart
It's just a song that tells you all the things I feel
This is my Christmas card to you

V2
I'm bored with bleak mid winter, scenes of yesterday
I'm sick of reindeer pulling santa on his sley
I'm through with stained glass windows, Mathew, Luke and John
This year I'm sending you this song

Chorus
This is my Christmas card to you
It's not tchaikovsky it's not Motzart
It's just a song that tells you all the things I feel
This is my Christmas card to you

V3

I'm sick of seasons greetings sent across the miles
I'm done with festive verses meant to make you smile
I'm bored by sentiments by Dickens so come on
This year I'm sending you this song

Chorus
This is my Christmas card to you
It's not tchaikovsky it's not Motzart
It's just a song that tells you all the things I feel
This is my Christmas card to you

Mid
A Merry Christmas, A Merry Christmas, A Merry Christmas. A Merry Christmas!

Chorus
This is my Christmas card to you
It's not tchaikovsky not Bing Crosby
It's just a song that tells you all the things I feel
This is my Christmas card to you

This is my Christmas card to you
It's not Van Goth it's not Picasso
It's simply music that say's all the things I feel
This is my Christmas card to you