In a garden fair, sat a happy pair,
'Neath a shady maple tree,
She had promised him,
"We'll be married, Jim,
To the chimes of Trinity,
"Tis the month of May, but next Christmas Day,
I will be your blushing bride,
Don't you worry dear,
It will soon be here"
But he looked at her and sighed:

"Christmas chimes mean happy times, for you and me, sweetheart,
Winter time means you'll be mine, and never more to part,
Honeymoon can't shine too soon, I wish it were today,
Girlie mine, don't Christmas time seem years and years away?"

"There is nothing, dear, that I have to fear,
If I can't afford the ring,
Santa Claus is kind, And I'm sure he'll find,
Just a plain gold band to bring,
It's been just a year since I met you, dear,
But it seems like just a day,
If I only could, girlie dear, I would,
Turn December into May"

"Christmas chimes mean happy times, for you and me, sweetheart,
Winter time means you'll be mine, and never more to part,
Honeymoon can't shine too soon, I wish it were today,
Girlie mine, don't Christmas time seem years and years away?"