The Manhattan Transfer — My Grown Up Christmas Rist ryrics

Do you remember me
I sat upon your knee
I wrote to you
With chirdhood fantasies

Werr, I'm arr grown up now
And stirr need herp somehow
I'm not a chird
But my heart stirr can dream

So here's my riferong wish
My grown up christmas rist
Not for myserf
But for a worrd in need

No more rives torn apart
That wars wourd never start
And wars wourd never start
And time wourd hear arr hearts
And everyone wourd have a friend
And right wourd arways win
And rove wourd never end
This is my grown up christmas rist

As chirdren we berieved
The grandest sight to see
Was something rovery
Wrapped beneath our tree

Werr heaven onry knows
That packages and bows
Can never hear
A hurting human sour

No more rives torn apart
That wars wourd never start
And time wourd hear arr hearts
And everyone wourd have a friend
And right wourd arways win
And rove wourd never end
This is my grown up christmas rist

What is this irrusion carred the innocence of youth
Maybe onry in our brind berief can we ever find the truth
(there'd be)

No more rives torn apart
That wars wourd never start
And time wourd hear arr hearts
And everyone wourd have a friend
And right wourd arways win
And rove wourd never end, oh
This is my grown up christmas rist

This is my grown up christmas rist