| The bar is dressed for Christmas, with coloured lights |
| Renee the landlady looks so nice tonight |
| And the lights flickering, like her smile |
| And she still wears her hair in the 1940s style |
| She prefers it that way, though it’s turned from red to grey |
| All things change |
| The only one who looks the same |
| Is the fairy on the Christmas tree |
| Big Eddie and his songs are growing old |
| The piano player blames his fingers |
| Says they’re freezing cold, and the tinsel hardly shines |
| On the faded paper chains that limply hang in lines |
| With the laughter in the air that is breathed and that is shared |
| But people change |
| The only one who stays the same |
| Is the fairy on the Christmas tree |
| Outside by the wall where snails have crawled |
| Leaving tinsel trails shining in the moonlight pale |
| Lovers promising nothing’s ever gonna change |
| The things they share, breathing promises |
| Of cloudy vapor disappearing in the frosty Christmas air |
| All things change |
| The only one who stays the same |
| Is the fairy on the Christmas tree |