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Do you remember me? |
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I sat upon your knee |
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I wrote to you with childhood fantasies |
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Well I'm all grown up now |
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and still need help somehow |
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I'm not a child but my heart still can dream. |
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So here's my lifelong wish |
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My grown-up Christmas List |
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Not for myself, but for a world in need |
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No more lives torn apart, |
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That wars would never start |
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and time would heal all hearts |
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And everyone would have a friend |
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And right would always win |
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And love would never end, oh |
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This is my grown-up Christmas List |
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As children we believed |
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The grandest sight to see |
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Was something lovely wrapped beneath our tree |
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Well heaven surely knows |
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That packages and bows |
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Can never heal a hurting human soul. |
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No more lives torn apart, |
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Then wars would never start |
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and time would heal the heart |
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And everyone would have a friend |
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And right would always win |
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And love would never end, oh |
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This is my grown-up Christmas List |
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What is this illusion called? |
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The innocence of youth? |
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Maybe only in our blind belief |
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Can we ever find the truth |
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No more lives torn apart, |
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Then wars would never start |
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and time would heal the heart |
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And everyone would have a friend |
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And right would always win |
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And love would never end, oh |
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This is my grown-up Christmas List |
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This is my only lifelong wish |
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This is my grown-up Christmas List. |
