It may be ten long months ago
Whene'er my heart did break,
You were not ill, complained of nought,
Yet God, your life did take.
If I had known a year ago
'Twould be our last Noel,
I would have filled your life with joy
Before we said farewell.
Ten months have passed, I've come to terms,
I know you wont return,
But as I spend this lone Noel,
Your company I yearn.
Family and friends, elated are,
Their Christmas, full of fun,
While here I sit, a lonesome soul,
Thinking of only one.
So spare a thought for those who'll spend
A Christmas blue, not white,
For who's to know when you may say
A final, long 'goodnight'