One glove lying in the snow
Where's the other one? Will we ever know?
Someone's all alone, shivering in the cold
On her left-hand side,
but her right hand's warm
Well, her hands are two different temperatures
in the middle of the storm
How could this have happened,
what's a man to do?
Except trudge the snow and ice for a mile or two
Looking for
One glove, heather grey and black
Where could it have gone? Will I ever get it back?
My equilibrium is all out of whack
And my core temperature is falling and falling fast
Yes, I could use one of those
little hand warmer things,
but they never seem to last
How could this have happened?
What's a man to do?
Except walk through the wind
whipping cold, looking for you
There was one dirty glove
in the middle of the street
Illuminated by the light of Christmas Eve
Guided by the star that shines down on me
Well, I followed that light to the end of the road
Till I saw you with one hand
in your pocket looking halfway cold
Now there's two gloves walking hand in hand
Was it Christmas magic we'll never understand?
Just one glove on the street
And one glove here with me
Well, you can't spell glove without the letter G