To Buy You Gold

You know I'll be coming home for Christmas
And I was hoping to buy you gold
But I know that I'm broke
My pockets aren't so full
But just the idea of me coming home
Should keep you oh, so warm
While you're sitting by the phone and the Christmas tree
Waiting for me to walk through the door

Now that we're not alone for Christmas
Let's think of the things we have
Know that they're always there
They're always in our heart
With your attention on the telephone
For me to give you a call
Let you know that I'm coming home
Yeah, I'm coming home

All I want you to know is to wait for me
Have my presents ready beneath the tree
Cause' I am coming home
Guess where I'll be found
On the 401, St. Thomas bound
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home



Credits
Writer(s): Kaleb Hikele
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