It’s been a while since I last saw your face,
I was hoping you’d come home for Christmas
but it seems your in a rough place.
I’ve been sat here writing letters
but sending them can wait,
and I’m sure you won’t read them till it’s very, very late
It’s Christmas Eve here at home
and the kids are singing your favourite song
It makes them sad to think that you’re still gone
I don’t know where you are but wherever it may be,
I hope it’s nice enough there so you can sit down and breathe,
1 or 2 or 5 or 10, as long as you can rest
till your home again.
The snow is falling as I break this wish bone
and so I hope, for our sake, angels will send you home,
back to me, back to our kids
and back to the home where you should live.