icicles on lighted string
carols sung in the snow
church bells ring, oh holy night
but to me, they don’t make a sound
’cause it’s not christmas till you come around
presents wrapped under the tree
stockings filled with hope
even the brightest star that i can see
don’t shine so bright for me now
’cause it’s not christmas till you come around
you’ve been in that big city
busy being busy
i’ve been here in this small town
prayin’, wishin’, waiting
all the time it’s taking
oh, you must be close by now
by now
you’ve been in that big city
busy being busy
i’ve been here in this small town
prayin’, wishin’, waiting
all the time it’s taking
oh, you must be close by now
by now
i’ll leave a sp-ce under the mistletoe
i won’t let this fire burn down
and when your car pulls in the driveway
and i hear your voice callin’ out
i swear i’ll run straight from this house
’cause it’s not christmas till you come around
