On the road the frost is glistenin', people stream from midnight mass, Friendly candles glow in windows, strangers greet you as you pass; Home again to the laden table, ham and goose and pints of beer, Whiskey handed 'round in tumblers, Christmas comes but once a year.
Puddings made with eggs and treakles, seeded raisins and ground suet, Save the bread crumbs and mixed spices, grated rind and plenty fruit; Cinnamon, ginger, cloves and nutmeg, porter, brandy and old ale, Don't forget the wine and whiskey, Christmas comes but once a year.
Women fussing in the kitchen, layin' the food on every plate, Men are patient in the hallway gulpin' porter while they wait; Who cares if it pours tomorrow, now's the time to spread good cheer, Pass the punch around the table, Christmas comes but once a year.