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We sit down together at Christmas,

we toast those who cannot be there,

throughout the laughter and plenty

we all know there's one empty chair.

There's frost on the grass in the orchard

where songbirds have gathered their choir,
snow colours the hawthorn, the holly,
we've heaped up the logs on the fire.
Those that we love may be fighting,
in countries where we've never been,
where it freezes at night in the mountains,
we wish they could be here to see

there's frost on the grass in the orchard,
where songbirds have gathered their choir,
snow colours the hawthorn, the holly,
we've heaped up the logs on the fire.

There are those who may have had children
who'll have families now of their own,
they'll phone when they're carving the turkey
but their old folk will still feel alone,

though there's frost on the grass in the orchard
where songbirds have gathered their choir,
snow colours the hawthorn, the holly,
we've heaped up the logs on the fire.
There are some who can't think about Christmas,
It's a picture they've seen on a tin.
There's no table, no family, no plenty,
they're always outside looking in.

There's frost on the grass in the orchard
where songbirds have gathered their choir,
snow colours the hawthorn, the holly,
we've heaped up the logs on the fire.

Let's open our hearts then, this Christmas,

look out for those who're alone,
Lay one extra place at the table,
throw open the doors of our home,

because there's frost on the grass in the orchard

where songbirds have gathered their choir,

snow colours the hawthorn, the holly,

and we've heaped up the logs on the fire.

Ann Gray