They'S A Kind O' Feel In The Air, To Me. When The Chris'Mas-Times Sets In. That's About As Much Of A Mystery As Ever I've Run Ag'In! - Fer Instunce, Now, Whilse I Gain In Weight And Gineral Health, I Swear They'S A Goneness Somers I Can't Quite State - A Kind O' Feel In The Air. They'S A Feel In The Chris'Mas-Air Goes Right To The Spot Where A Man Lives At! - It Gives A Feller A' Appetite - They Ain'T No Doubt About That! - And Yit They'S Somepin' - I Don't Know What - That Follers Me, Here And There, And Ha'Nts And Worries And Spares Me Not - A Kind O' Feel In The Air! They'S A Feel, As I Say, In The Air That's Jest As Blame-Don Sad As Sweet! - In The Same Ra-Sho As I Feel The Best And Am Spryest On My Feet, They'S Allus A Kind O' Sort Of A' Ache That I Can't Lo-Cate No-Where; - But It Comes With Chris'Mas, And No Mistake! - A Kind O' Feel In The Air. Is It The Racket The Childern Raise? - W'Y, No! - God Bless 'Em! - No! - Is It The Eyes And The Cheeks Ablaze - Like My Own Wuz, Long Ago? - Is It The Bleat O' The Whistle And Beat O' The Little Toy-Drum And Blare O' The Horn? - No! No! - It Is Jest The Sweet - The Sad-Sweet Feel In The Air.