Buck Owens & Don Rich



Here it is Christmas Day 

And you're many miles away

And I wonder if you feel the way I do

In the air there's happiness 

But in me there's loneliness

For all I want for Christmas dear is you



Presents wrapped in green and gold 

Have no arms for me to hold

No lips to whisper softly I love you

Oh how happy I would be 

To find you underneath my tree

For all I want for Christmas dear is you



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Presents wrapped in green and gold 

Have no arms for me to hold

No lips to whisper softly I love you

Oh how happy I would be 

To find you underneath my tree

For all I want for Christmas dear is you...