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(Horton) |
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(It's a memory of an old Christmas card) |
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There's an old Christmas card in an old dusty trunk |
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And it brings back sweet mem'ries dear to me |
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'Tho it's faded and worn, it's as precious as the morn |
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When I found it 'neath our first Christmas tree. |
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Chorus: |
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I thrill with every word, every line |
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Guess I'm always sentimental 'round this time |
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Pardon me if a tear falls among my Christmas cheer |
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It's the mem'ry of an old Christmas card. |
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Spoken: |
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You know, I don't know why |
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I get to feeling sentimental |
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About this time, every year. |
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But every time I see a Christmas card, |
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I somehow can't help reminiscing. |
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About the very first Christmas |
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that you and I spent together. |
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What a beautiful Christmas card |
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you gave me that year. |
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Why, I know you must have looked |
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through thousands of cards to find |
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that wonderful poem |
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that still brings a tear to my eyes. |
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Chorus: |
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I thrill with every word, every line |
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Guess I'm always sentimental 'round this time |
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Pardon me if a tear falls among my Christmas cheer |
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It's the mem'ry of an old Christmas card... |
