I hope this holiday
will just pass away
because all my soul is blue.
Last night I cried
the heart aches inside
from love I thought was true.
And as I laid in tears
recounting the happy years
of love I never knew.
And while the masses sing
their praises to the king
my praise was killed by you.
And though, I yearned for your grace
another heart took my place
and this you can’t deny.
But had our trust been sound
and you my dear stayed around
I would have no tears to cry.
Still, I know why you say
that this holiday
don’t mean a thing to you.
But oh, how clever
if it kills forever
this pain of loving-who!