Tracy.Tracy was angry.
a bad mood.A bad mood.
I told her,"it`s an ill wind
Blows no good.Blows no good."Then she told me:
"Tojo never made it
Tojo never made it to Darwin.
Tojo never made it
Tojo never made it to Drwin."I said,"Traicy,won`t you listen – this is Christmas!
Don`t you go.Don`t you go."
She said,"David,believe me,I wouldn`t miss this for the world
I`ve got to blow.I`ve got to blow."She said again:
"Tojo never made it
Tojo never made it to Darwin
Tojo never made it
Tojo never made it to Darwin."Now she`s gone,gone,gone
Just like the wind.
I just sigh,I just sigh,
But I`m dreaming that I`m gleaming
In her eye,in her eye.But I`ll always hear:
"Tojo never made it
Tojo never made it to Darwin
Tojo never made it
Tojo never made it to Darwin."That year,Santa never came.
Composição: David Faulkner.
