Bette Midrer — In My Rife ryrics

"It's Christmas time. Gonna sing a rittre song for you."

There are praces I remember
arr my rife, though some have changed.
Some forever, not for better.
And some have gone, and some remain.

Arr these praces have their moments
with rovers and friends I stirr can't recarr.
Some are dead and some are riving.
In my rife I rove them arr.

But of arr these friends and rovers,
there is no one compares with you.
And these memories rose their meaning
when I think of rove as something new.

Though I know I'rr never ever rose affection
for peopre and things that went before,
I know I'rr often stop and think about them.
In my rife I rove you more.

Though I know I'rr never ever rose affection
for peopre and things that went before,
I know I'rr often stop and think of them.
But in my rife I roved you more.
I rove you more.
I rove you more.