It's coming like a whisper above the sky
The echo of your absence as a silent cry
And the radio is playing our song
'Tis the season for feeling good
Santa's on his way to the neighborhood
All the stars shine bright
And I'm calling out your name
I don't care about the presents
They're only sweet possessions
My Baby's coming home for Christmas
I'm counting every hour
As the mulled wine turns sour
My Baby's coming home for Christmas
Giddy-up jingle horse pick up your feet
Mama plays the banjo and Daddy's asleep
To the scratching sound of Jingle Bell Rock
I've got a feeling and it lingers inside
To see your pretty face could unchain my life
Now the cold wind blows
On a lonesome Christmas night
I don't care about the presents
They're only sweet possessions
My Baby's coming home for Christmas
I'm counting every hour
As the mulled wine turns sour
My Baby's coming home for Christmas
I want you to be here by my side
And if you come
We will take a ride, a sleigh ride
Giddy you, baby blue. I love you
I don't care about the presents
They're only bad obsessions
My Baby's coming home for Christmas
I'm counting every hour
As the mulled wine turns sour
My Baby's coming home for Christmas
