Coming Home for Christmas

Jim Brickman

Composição de: Richard Vance Mac Donald / Victoria Shaw / Jim Brickman
When I think of snow, I think of Christmas.
When I think of you, I think of home.
I know all these miles that come between us for a while 
will melt away.

If I could make this plane go any faster,
I'd be standing right outside your door.
I can close my eyes and see that sweet look of surprise 
there on your face.
It's worth the wait

Hang the mistletoe by the fire's glow, put the angel on the
 tree.
Light a candle in the window, just for me.
I'll bring you all my heart and soul, my love, my hugs and 
kisses.
I'm coming home, I'm coming home for Christmas.

Everywhere I go, it makes me miss you, cause everywhere I 
look, it's red and green.
Everybody celebrating only makes the waiting slow down the 
day.
I'm on my way.

Hang the mistletoe by the fire's glow, put the angel on the
 tree.
Light a candle in the window, just for me.
I'll bring you all my heart and soul, my love, my hugs and 
kisses.
I'm coming home, I'm coming home for Christmas.

Wanna hear all about all the things you're doing and make 
up for lost time.
Tell you what I've been through, laugh like we always do.
God, I've been missing you.
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Hang the mistletoe by the fire's glow, put the angel on the
 tree.
Light a candle in the window, just for me.
I'll bring you all my heart and soul, my love, my hugs and 
kisses.
I'm coming home. You won't be alone.
I'm coming home for Christmas.
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