I made my way up to Lover's Hill, Lover's Hill Weighed all my raindrop blues, the way I feel, the way I feel And I was lost before the start Find the rust in all the scars I searched for peace in all the winter hymns, the winter hymns Silent songs, feasts of old, but you're not here, you're not here I wished on these yuletide stars That you and I were not apart And I find this Christmas season hard I'd give up it all, now, to be just where you are And I find this Christmas season sad I'd give up it all, now, to make your old heart glad, to make it glad Prayed for my soul, be still You'll find your sleep, you'll find your sleep Fade, don't let go though you'll collide with grief, collide with grief Don't get lost before the start Wipe the rust from all your scars And I find this Christmas season hard I'd give up it all, now, to be just where you are And I find this Christmas season sad I'd give up it all, now, to make your old heart glad And oh, this city is cold, this city is cold But oh, it's a pity you're gone, it's a pity you're gone And oh, this city is cold, this city is cold But oh, it's a pity you're gone, it's a pity you're gone I find this Christmas season hard I'd give up it all, now, to be just where you are Yeah, I find this Christmas season sad I'd give up it all, now, to make your old heart glad, to make it glad