Steve Kilbey - Spirit of Christmas Yet To Come lyrics

rate me

I am the spirit of Christmas yet to come

The future, the source of your grief

And all the little details and the things left undone

Catching you up underneath

Gray snow falls, cold night comes down

Into the hearts of the men in this town

Chains on the stairs, a sudden chill

Something beside you is keeping quite still

I am the spirit of Christmas yet to come

The future, the source of your grief