From the recording Coming Home for Christmas
Lyrics
Home for Christmas
Minty mocha kisses beneath the mistletoe
Little hands, sticky with sugar, from rolling cookie dough
The smell of Grandma’s shortbread wafting through every room
It’s Christmas time. I’m comin’ home to you.
Stockings stuffed with secrets bursting at the seams
Piles of fancy boxes creepin’ up an evergreen
Sinatra and Fitzgerald serenading from the tube
It’s Christmas time. I’m comin’ home to you.
Bridge:
Maybe another hour (mile) or two
‘till I see those hometown lights come into view
I’ve been winding through the mountains
With one thought to get me through
I’m coming home. I’m coming home to you.
Inside jokes ‘round the table as we feast and reminisce
Candlelight and silver garland casting shadows as we sit
A tree adorned in memories flashing crimson, green and blue
It’s Christmas time. I’m coming home to you.
Solo
Bridge:
Maybe another hour (mile) or two
‘till I see those hometown lights come into to view
I’ve been flying down the highway
With one thought to get me through
I’m coming home. I’m coming home to you.
Inside jokes ‘round the table as we feast and reminisce
Candlelight and silver garland casting shadows as we sit
A tree adorned in memories flashing crimson, green and blue
It’s Christmas time. I’m coming home to you.
I’m coming home to you.
I’m coming home to you.