The Season For Romance

(Greg Barnhill/Phil Swann)

She smiles at him, he says, "Hello"

They stand beneath the mistletoe

Embarrassed by the awkward circumstance

He asks her if she'd like a drink

She says, "I better not I think

Oh, what the heck, maybe just one glass"

They talk about, oh, this and that

He says, "I like the way you laugh

And I'm so really glad you're here"

Then suddenly it's much too warm

She feels his hand against her arm

The season loves the reason for romance

It'll get you if you give it half a chance

The night goes on, the music plays

A moonlight Christmas serenade

A lovers' song that's meant for only two

And they don't even know it yet

But this is one they'll not forget

The holiday where all their dreams came true

Across the floor he spins her around

Oh, could it be they've finally found

A love worth waiting for

Then in the tender yuletide bliss

They share an unexpected kiss

The season loves the reason for romance

It'll get you if you give it half a chance

Then suddenly the night is gone

It's late into an early morn

The season loves the reason for romance

It'll get you if you give it half a chance