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The lights are down low, the snow - it is falling The streets are all empty; we're heading back home And everyone is telling their old Christmas stories But I can't help thinking about Cora Jones Cora she was as sweet as an angel She lived for 12 years on a Wisconsin farm She liked to ride horses and dream by the river But she loved Christmas the best of them all Her father spent time chopping logs in the north woods Her mother worked hard takin the killer And where he ran off to nobody knows The presents are wrapped in their tiny white ribbons The big tree is glowing - the dogs are asleep But this Christmas just won't be the same without Cora And why she ain't with us, I just can't see In her short life Cora Jones made us happy She'd light up the whole world with just one smile So this Christmas I'm thinking about Cora and her family I hope that someday they will find peace by and by From Letras Mania