Good to be Home
Thereís a new snow on
these mountains. Emberís burning in the stove.
Frost and steam on
the window pane; Smiling faces all aglow.
Winter light is
slowly fading. Chimney smoke smells of pine.
And itís the sweetest thing to be here with you to share with you
Winter air is crisp
and brittle, but inside the heart is warm.
All cares are long forgotten, embraced by loving arms.
The oil lamp burns low now. Yawning eyes drift off to sleep.
And if I should die before I wake, pray the Lord my soul keep.
Itís so good to be home, just to be with you.
The joy that you bring, the little things you do.
Youíre warm as an amber hue. Oh, how I love you.
Itís so good to be with you.
A flicker from the fire throws loving shadows across the room.
A flock of geese journeys south again, flying high across the moon.
Winter light has long since faded. Chimney smoke smells of pine.
And itís the sweetest thing to be here with you, to share with you
Itís so good to be home. Canít tell how long its been.
Where no one feels alone. Donít want to leave again.
My family and my friends. I pray it never ends.
Itís good to be with you again.
Sounds of sighs, sounds of laughter, sharing tales of
Oh, and supperís almost ready. Please, donít go away.
Precious moments spent together all too soon they slip away.
Still, the greatest gift is the love we share and memories made
today!(1st and 2nd Chorus)