Текст: Slow Club. All Alone On Christmas.

The cold wind is blowing and the streets are getting dark
I'm writing you a letter but I don't know where to start
The bells will be ringing, St. John Divine
I get a little lonely every year around this time

The music plays all night in Little Italy
The lights will be going up on Old Rockefeller?s tree
People window shopping on Fifth Avenue
All I want for Christmas is you

I gotta know where the lonely hearts go
Because nobody wants to be all alone on Christmas

Things are different since you've been here last
Childhood dreaming is a thing of the past
Maybe you could bring us some hope this year
Visions of sugar plums have disappeared

Do you remember sleigh riding in the snow?
And dancing all night to "Baby, Please Come Home"
Today's celebration is bittersweet
There's mothers and children in the street

Where do lonely hearts go?
Because nobody wants to be all alone on Christmas
Yeah, nobody wants to be all alone on Christmas (x6)