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James Taylor

It's coming on Christmas, they're cutting down trees Putting up reindeer, singing songs of joy and peace Oh, I wish I had a river, I could skate away

In my mind I'm goin' to Carolina Can't you see the sunshine Can't you just feel the moonshine Ain't it just like a friend of mine To hit me from behind

I don't care if I got no money, I don't care if I got a dime All I want to do is to dance with you honey Please tell me you have the time 'Cause I gotta

Whenever I see your smiling face I have to smile myself Because I love you (Yes, I do) And when you give me that pretty little pout It turns me inside

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(Excuse me? Excuse me, yes?) Is that the way you look? Is that the way you look? Is that the way you look? Is that really the way that you look now?

Those magic men the Magi Some people call them wise Or Oriental, even kings Well anyway, those guys They visited with Jesus They sure enjoyed their stay

I grew up in your hometown, at least began to grow I hadn't got to my first shave before the body blow Egyptians in the courtyard, my family in chains

I didn't know what time it was Then I met you Oh, what a lovely time it was How sublime it was too I didn't know what day it was You held my hand Warm