Oh when they ring those Christmas bells
The tolling tells the birth of Jesus
A child was born
Here come the thorns
Before He knew it
They're talking Easter
And all alone on Christmas Eve
I do believe in all sad stories
You cannot rise
Unless you die
And no one wants
That kind of morning
So when they ring those bells
I feel a kind of hell
That lasts all evening
Oh silent night
All hope shines bright
But not for me
It's not my season