Come Some Christmas Eve or Halloween

 It's raining and it's cold outside
 Come may I take shelter by your side
 Now it's strange my train's abandoning me
 Run aside don't cry amongst the queue

 Now your fading figure fades from view
 It's tearing what some tunnel air can do
 What a day for dragons and for dreams
 If this was Christmas Eve or Hallowe’en

 You are rare
 Sweeter than an apple or pear
 You are mine
 Hold on, you are love
 You are sun
 You are blue

 Twenty years have passed and now I'm home
 Once more my haunted taunted soul is sown
 I saw her yesterday and things were fine
 She's settled with a new man, so unkind

 Oh to touch your hand and see your smile
 Walk again with you for just one mile
 It’s Hallowe'en and dragons without dreams
 But one thing they love, blue will turn to green

 And you'll be there
 Waiting with your hands in the air
 You'll be mine
 Hold on, we'll be love
 We'll be sun
 We'll be skies
 We'll be skies
 
 ©1968 Barry Gibb, Robin Gibb, Maurice Gibb
 
 vom Album 'The Studio Albums 1967-1968'