Cold is the man who can't love,
Fa la la la la, fa la la la,
The old mountains of dear Wales,
Fa la la la la, fa la la la,
To him and his warmest friend,
Fa la, Ffa la, fa la la,
A cheerful holiday next year,
Fa la la la la, fa la la la.

To the troubled, cold are the bills,
Fa la la la la, fa la la la,
Which come during the holidays,
Fa la la la la, fa la la la,
Listening to a sermon in one verse,
Ffa la, Ffa la, fa la la,
Spending more than you earn,
Fa la la la la, fa la la la.

Cold is the snow on Mount Snowdon,
Fa la la la la, fa la la la,
Even though it has a flannel blanket on it,
Fa la la la la, fa la la la,
Cold are the people who don't care,
Ffa la, Ffa la, fa la la,
To meet together on New Year's Eve,
Fa la la la la, fa la la la.

Glad this year is almost over....