A man there sit-ting, All alone
Upon - a - bench, across the sea
Of white - too bright - and - free
For a single moment, single hour
Single day of my his - tor - y
Oh what a mer-ry, merry little land - this is
Oh, what a bright, che-ery city - we live in
And wal-king - in a winter story, I sat
And waited there for you - my - love
Oh what a sight, there sit-ting
-Alone
And what a fright-ful wishing
-For home
Oh what a white, white christ-mas
-Tonight