*HOME* *SONGS*

IT WON'T FEEL LIKE CHRISTMAS


('TIL YOU COME HOME TO ME)

Robb Strandlund


NO DEMO

    
THE WREATH'S OUT ON THE DOOR,
AND THE LIGHTS ARE ON THE TREE.
SNOW IS SOFTLY FALLING,
IT'S A LOVELY SIGHT TO SEE.
EVERYTHING IS PERFECT,
LIKE A HOLIDAY SHOULD BE.
BUT IT WON'T FEEL LIKE CHRISTMAS,
'TIL YOU COME HOME TO ME.

IT WON'T FEEL LIKE CHRISTMAS,
'TIL YOU COME HOME TO ME.
WITHOUT YOUR LOVE TO KEEP ME WARM.
I'M LONESOME AS CAN BE.
I SAVE ALL YOUR LETTERS,
AND HANG THEM ON THE TREE.
IT WON'T FEEL LIKE CHRISTMAS,
'TIL YOU COME HOME TO ME.

IT DOESN'T FEEL LIKE CHRISTMAS,
WHEN YOUR AWAY FROM HOME.
IT'S HARD TO CELEBRATE THE DAY.
WHEN I AM ALL ALONE.
THE CAROLERS ARE SINGING,
THEIR SONGS OUT IN THE STREET.
BUT IT WON'T FEEL LIKE CHRISTMAS,
'TIL YOU COME HOME TO ME.

IT WON'T FEEL LIKE CHRISTMAS,
'TIL YOU COME HOME TO ME.
WITHOUT YOUR LOVE TO KEEP ME WARM.
I'M LONESOME AS CAN BE.
I SAVE ALL YOUR LETTERS,
AND HANG THEM ON THE TREE.
IT WON'T FEEL LIKE CHRISTMAS,
'TIL YOU COME HOME TO ME.