It's almost New Year, snow ‘s still fallin' down.

Yes, it's almost New Year, the snow ‘s still fallin' down.

And my baby ain't here to hold me, I'm the loneliest man in town.



My baby won't write, and she won't call me on the telephone.

My baby won't write, and she won't call me on the telephone.

I got a feelin' way down deep inside, my baby's comin' home.



The mailman stopped this mornin', pushed a letter under the door.

Mailman stopped this mornin', pushed a letter under the door.

And my baby said, ‘Daddy, I'm comin' home. Never, never let me go.'



My baby ‘s comin' home this mornin', I'm happy as a man can be.

My baby ‘s comin' home this mornin', I'm happy as any man can be.

Yes, my heart is full of joy, and I'm lit up just like a Christmas tree.