They Don't Make Them Like That Anymore

Little bells ringing, red ribbon bows

The hymns they are singing, the highs and the lows

The green limbs are blinking, the presents below

They won't be the same without you, I know

Chocolate letters, spell them together

Sounding initials, let's make it official

Shapes in old glass hanging, names on stockings

Scripted in cursive

They don't make them like that anymore

They don't make them like that anymore

They don't make them like that anymore

They don't make them like that

Oldest to youngest, and nearest to furthest

Taking turns wearing the hat

Where do your thoughts go at the first snow

Mine go to the Township of Wainfleet, Ontario

And when I come home and I park in the driveway

When I will be home from a long way away

And back to our family, our new baby

'Though some things are different, some are always the same

But they don't make them like that anymore

They don't make them like that anymore

They don't make them like that anymore

They don't make them like that

Little bells ringing, red ribbon bows

The hymns they are singing, the highs and the lows

The green limbs are blinking, the presents below

They won't be the same without you, I know