Miss/tletoe

As she stood 
And she twirled
In her deep blue dress
Under the mistletoe
And he came
And he swooned
And he begged her hand
While the candles did cause to glow
The gold of her hair
as she shook her head
with the delicate blade of
"no"
And she took her leave
But she left her coat
Under the mistletoe
And she shivered
And gazed 
At the pearly haze
from the mist 
And the winds that blow
A man watched as she sat
And he tipped his hat
And he called to her from the road
And she rose 
And she laughed
As he tipped his hat
And she walked with him into the snow.

And he of the candlelight, riches, or feast
Yes, he of the mistletoe
Has nothing on he 
Of the freedom of love

And a walk in the newborn snow.