[Verse 1]
A Christmas song a poor man sings
I throw my faith on anything
And walk home in the rain
And what's it like in Spain
This time of year?
This time of year

[Verse 2]
My father's father went to war
And crawled the European floor
In trenches filled with mud
Soaked his uniform with blood
Of both comrade and enemy
Through the gas mask he could barely see
One from the other
One from the other

[Verse 3]
A Christmas song, a cigarette
My boots so stiff, so cold and wet
My skin buffalo blue
My love so low and true
And I scanned the streets for you
On humble Christmas
On humble Christmas
[Coda]
A Christmas song a poor man sings
I throw my faith on anything