Roger Whittaker Home For Christmas
I can picture the moonlight on the meadow.
I know just how it look this time of year.
The valley in the slow, the friendly smiles I know.
But that's so many miles away from here.
Father will be wondering how I'm doing.
Mother will be praying like she does.
But I'll get home again - oh how long it's been,
since Christmas is the way that Christmas was.
I'll get home for Christmas.
No, I'd never miss it.
Christmas by the fireside with that family of mine.
Christmas day will find me with the miles behind me.
I'll make it home on time.
Christmas Eve will be time for all my memories.
I'll share the greatest love - I'll ever known.
As gentle voices sing, now the church bells ring.
Christmas Eve, I know will find me home.
I'll get home for Christmas.
No, I'd never miss it.
Christmas by the fireside with that family of mine.
Christmas day will find me with the miles behind me.
I'll make it home on time.
