Dim lit houses
Minus spouses
Decorations, there's none
For some seniors
It's not a good season
Many tearful
And not cheerful
Share no holiday fun
Now, is when they still miss
Someone dear..

Silver Gals, with no pals
Cryin' in homes of the city
No phone rings,
No carol sings,
No one to share Christmas time

All alone nights
With no tree lights
Just some sad yuletide scene
And their mem'ries of
Old Christmas pleasures

As the world goes
By their windows
Lights that change red and green
Only bring more depressing
Thoughts near

Silver Gals, grey haired gals
So all alone, it's a pity
As they cope,
Their one hope
Is to get by Christmas day