We are going home for Christmas
To the place where we lived long ago;
Where there will be a blazing log fire,
Lighted tapers and drifts of snow.
We are going home for Christmas
To a scene trimmed in red and green;
A tree will stand in the window
With rainbow lights and tinsel's sheen.
We are going home for Christmas
Where spicy scents will fill the air;
Gaily-wrapped gifts will be stacked high
And love and peace shall prevail there.
We are going home for Christmas
Where frosted winds will come and go,
And chimes will sound the old story
That Christ the Lord was born long ago.
