CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Nothing Left To Do (Let’s Make This Christmas Blue)
Snow that beats against the window pane
The fire inside is warm and dry
A tree is up, the lights are hung again
And no one else is coming by
There's nothing left to do
There's nothing left to do
There's nothing left to do
But turn the radio on and wait for a song to listen to
Well the songs of Merry Christmases
Songs of sleigh bells, songs of snow
But it's awful lonely listening
To all that joy and mistletoe
There's nothing left to do
There's nothing left to do
There's nothing left to do
But turn the radio on and wait for somеone to sing me through
Everyonе asks but nobody knows it
Like I do
Every year passes, everyone's frozen
But not like you
I'm doing fine, but at Christmas time
I don't know what I'm supposed to do
With all the gifts that I'll never give to you
Snow that beats against the window pane
The kitchen table's warm and dry
And all the season I'm remembering
Before we said our last goodbye
There's nothing left to do
There's nothing left to do
There's nothing left to do
But turn the radio on and wait for a song to listen to
But turn the radio on and wait for someone to sing me through
But turn the radio on, if it's Christmas then let's make this Christmas blue
But tis the season of song that everyone reminds me of you
Merry christmas, the door is open
The fire inside is warm and dry
A tree is up, the lights are hung again
And no one else is coming by
There's nothing left to do
There's nothing left to do
There's nothing left to do
But turn the radio on and wait for a song to listen to
Well the songs of Merry Christmases
Songs of sleigh bells, songs of snow
But it's awful lonely listening
To all that joy and mistletoe
There's nothing left to do
There's nothing left to do
There's nothing left to do
But turn the radio on and wait for somеone to sing me through
Everyonе asks but nobody knows it
Like I do
Every year passes, everyone's frozen
But not like you
I'm doing fine, but at Christmas time
I don't know what I'm supposed to do
With all the gifts that I'll never give to you
Snow that beats against the window pane
The kitchen table's warm and dry
And all the season I'm remembering
Before we said our last goodbye
There's nothing left to do
There's nothing left to do
There's nothing left to do
But turn the radio on and wait for a song to listen to
But turn the radio on and wait for someone to sing me through
But turn the radio on, if it's Christmas then let's make this Christmas blue
But tis the season of song that everyone reminds me of you
Merry christmas, the door is open