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