I'm walking backwards for Christmas, <br />Across the Irish Sea, <br />I'm walking backwards for Christmas, <br />It's the only thing for me. <br /> <br />I've tried walking sideways, <br />And walking to the front, <br />But people just look at me, <br />And say it's a publicity stunt. <br /> <br />I'm walking backwards for Christmas, <br />To prove that I love you. <br /> <br />An immigrant lad, loved an Irish colleen <br />From Dublin Galway Bay. <br />He longed for her arms, <br />But she spurned his charms, <br />And sailed o'er the foam away <br /> <br />She left the lad by himself, on his own <br />All alone, a-sorrowing <br />And sadly he dreamed, or at least that's the <br />way it seemed, buddy, <br />That an angel choir did sing - <br />An angel choir did sing. <br /> <br />I'm walking backwards for Christmas, <br />Across the Irish Sea. <br />I'm walking backwards for Christmas, <br />It's the finest thing for me. <br /> <br />And so I've tried walking sideways, <br />And walking to the front. <br />But people just laughed, and said, <br />'It's a publicity stunt'. <br /> <br />So I'm walking backwards for Christmas <br />To prove that I love you.<br /><br />Spike Milligan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-m-walking-backwards-for-christmas/
