THEY'S a kind o' @3feel@1 in the air, to me, When the Chris'mas-times sets in That's about as much of a mystery As ever I've run ag'in'! -- Fer instunce, now, whilse I gain in weight And gineral health, I swear They's a @3goneness@1 somers I can't quite state -- A kind o' @3feel@1 in the air! They's a feel in the Chris'mas-air goes right To the spot where a man @3lives@1 at! -- It gives a feller a' appetite -- They ain't no doubt about @3that!@1 -- And yit they's @3somepin'@1 -- I don't know what -- That follers me, here and there, And ha'nts and worries and spares me not -- A kind o' feel in the air! They's a @3feel,@1 as I say, in the air that's jest As blame-don sad as sweet! -- In the same ra-sho as I feel the best And am spryest on my feet, They's allus a kind o' sort of a @3ache@1 That I can't lo-cate no-where; -- But it comes with @3Chris'mas,@1 and no mistake! -- A kind o' feel in the air. Is it the racket the childern raise? -- W'y, @3no!@1 -- God bless 'em! -- @3no!@1 -- Is it the eyes and the cheeks ablaze -- Like my @3own@1 wuz, long ago? -- Is it the bleat o' the whistle and beat O' the little toy-drum and blare O' the horn? -- @3No! no!@1 -- it is jest the sweet -- The sad-sweet feel in the air. |