Swing Me Round Beneath the Mistletoe

Snowflakes kiss the windowpane. While the fiddle starts to hum. You hand me

my old wool coat. Grinning like you're full of rum. Streetlights glow on

Main Street ice. Carols drift from down the block. We ain't got much.

But tonight, darling. We got time in this old clock.

So swing me round beneath the mistletoe. Let the bass walk low.

And the steel guitar glow. Merry Christmas, sugar. Don't you let

go. This old world shining soft and slow. Mrs.

Clark plays Jingle Bells on that upright out of tune. Kids are sliding