Tojo

Tracy. Tracy was angry.
a bad mood. A bad mood.
I told her,"it`s an ill wind
Blows no good. Blows no good."
Then she told me:
«Tojo never made it
Tojo never made it to Darwin.
Tojo never made it
Tojo never made it to Drwin.»
I said,"Traicy, won`t you listen — this is Christmas!
Don`t you go. Don`t you go."
She said,"David, believe me, I wouldn`t miss this for the world
I`ve got to blow. I`ve got to blow."
She said again:
«Tojo never made it
Tojo never made it to Darwin
Tojo never made it
Tojo never made it to Darwin.»
Now she`s gone, gone, gone
Just like the wind.
I just sigh, I just sigh,
But I`m dreaming that I`m gleaming
In her eye, in her eye.
But I`ll always hear:
«Tojo never made it
Tojo never made it to Darwin
Tojo never made it
Tojo never made it to Darwin.»
That year, Santa never came.