Coming Home

It's Christmastime
I'm coming home
After a year of living
Through the telephone
Please tell the kids
I miss them so
Only in photographs
I see them grow
Price that we pay
I've been away for far too long
Hours are heavy
They drag on and on
What keeps me going
What keeps me strong
Think of you and me
Awake at dawn

On Christmas Day
All in for love
And we're not alone
I can't believe
Another year's gone
We make the best
Of life and go on
It's Christmastime
And I'm coming home

Working my way
Through lonely days
Not where I want to be
But it pays
Means to an end
These seeds we've sown
Put up the decorations
On your own

Making our way
For Christmas Day

All in for love
And we're not alone
I can't believe
Another year's gone
We make the best
Of life and go on
It's Christmastime
And I'm coming home
It's Christmastime
And I'm coming home

I'm holding out
For that silent night
Where all is calm
And everything is bright
You and me by
The fireside
We're half asleep
And I'm holding you tight

Snowfall and peace
With me outside
All night to find the stars
Are shining bright
It'll be worth
The wait in gold
All that we are
And everything we know

I'm coming home

All in for love
And we're not alone
I can't believe
Another year's gone
So make the best
Of life and go on
It's Christmastime
And I'm coming home
It's Christmastime
And I'm coming home

Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, I'm coming home
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, I'm coming home

Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, I'm coming home
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, I'm coming home

Whoa, whoa, I'm coming home
Whoa, whoa, I'm coming home



Credits
Writer(s): John Angus Callaghan Macdonald, Colin Kirk Macdonald, Jack Kalon Syperek
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