Lyrics

I'm coming home for Christmas
Please leave the wreath on the door
I won't be lost this Christmas
There'll be a home in your arms

So hold on tight with all your might
For the season will end too soon
And I'll be on the road this winter
Till the wind blows me back to you

100 miles, and the signs they light my way
First hint of snow taps upon my window pane
Songs I remember come washing over me
In this dark December
I have found the light waiting under the tree

Now that I'm coming home....

Across the miles, I have dreamed of your hand in mine
The mistletoe, and the sound of our own baby's cry
Waiting for Santa
Hoping that he'll arrive
Will he remember the face of the dad
Who left him behind

Now that I'm coming home.....