I'm thinking now of Christmas Back home the fields are white To far away to see them Wish I were there tonight. I know folks back home all miss me The children's eyes close tight While I picture dad, moma Kneeling by candle light. Yes, I'd give the world just to be home I miss them most ev'ry day I know what it means to be lonely Lonely this Christmas, I'll stay. Maybe next year when the snow falls I'll find my way back home Maybe next Christmas I'll be there Never again will I roam...
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