THE LIGHTS OF LITTLE CHRISTMAS

Phil Gaston/Sean Tyrrell


When the snow lies on the hillside like the ghost of being born
And the wind makes praying fingers in the shadow of the thorn
There's someone I often think of wishing, somehow she'd return
Though I know she's in some city watching coloured neons burn

In the still and silent midnight thoughts unbidden come to mind
Shades of pictures in an album labeled, 'These were better times.'
And that girl she smiles out sweetly, sitting pretty in the frame
Blowing out her penny candles and I hear her call my name

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   And the lights of Little Christmas shine so brightly in the west
   Saying please come home we miss you and we wish you all the best
   yes, we wish you all the best


Now another winter marches 'cross the fields of frozen stone
And another Little Christmas finds me quietly at home
Til the telephone starts ringing and I go to take the call
Someone asking, 'Do you know me? Do you know this voice at all?'

Never in a lifetime could I be made to forget
In a journey of a thousand miles I remember every step
And, yes, I know those sweet lips that are so close to the phone
Is she here or in America? Is she home or is she gone?

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   And the lights of Little Christmas shine so brightly in the west
   Saying please come home we miss you and we wish you all the best
   yes, we wish you all the best

She says I just got into Shannon and I think I'm home to stay
Could you come and pick me up down here. There's a word you've got to say
And I've barely put the phone down and the keys are in my hand
And each little light that I pass by says right here's your promised land

Yes, each little light that I pass by says right here's your promised land