Cold winds are blowin',
feel the [?] snowin'
'cause it's Christmastime.
But there's plenty of other signs
to let me know that time of year
is here again.
I see all the presents I wish that
I could give her in the shops at night.
There's plenty of other guys
who've got the cold, hard cash
to get those kinds of gifts.
But I had to let that girl
know how I felt somehow,
so I wrote it in a letter.
I said:
All I have to give you is my love.
I'm giving you my heart,
though it's been broken and battered.
All I have to give you is my love.
Please, baby, understand
that's all I have to give,
all I have to give.
Christmas mornin' wakin',
know there's no mistakin'
that I'm feeling fine.
'Cause I'm wondering
what that girl is doing
round her Christmas tree right now.
Is she [?] diamonds
or all the precious luxuries
that tantalize?
[?] my expression,
will my words be overshadowed
by it all?
But you know that I'm not
just another guy
and I love her much more
than those other guys could dream of.
Somewhere in between
her Christmas boxes there,
I wrote it in a letter:
All I have to give you is my love.
I'm giving you my heart,
though it's been broken and battered.
All I have to give you is my love.
Please, baby, understand
that's all I have to give.
Later on that afternoon,
I got the call.
It proved to me that
Christmas dreams come true.
She told me that she didn't mind at all.
She even told me that she loved me too.
She said:
All you have to give me is your love.
(It's Christmastime.)
You've given me your heart
and, babe, that's all that matters.
All you have to give me is your love.
Don't worry, baby,
'cause love's the greatest gift.
All you have to give me is your love.
You've given me your heart
and, babe, that's all that matters.
All you have to give me is your love.
Don't worry, baby,
'cause love's the greatest gift.
All you have to give me is your love.
You've given me your heart
and, babe, that's all that matters.