Marie Osmond - The Locket

Somehow Grandpa new that soon he'd be going home
So he wrapped a pretty package for the one he loved so long
His instructions were to open up this gift on Christmas Eve
It was a lovely locket for the women of his dreams

There's a picture
In a locket
Of a man that she dearly loved
And every Christmas
Her eyes would sparkle
As she'd open the locket up

Now it's been ten years since that sad day
We told Grandpa Goodbye
And Christmas isn't quite the same
Without him by her side
Grandma sure looks homesick
I've seen that look before
To take that locket in her hand

And open it once more

There's a picture
In a locket
Of a man that she dearly loved
And every Christmas
Her eyes would sparkle
As she'd open the locket up

There's a picture
In a locket
Of a man that she dearly loved
And every Christmas
Her eyes would sparkle
As she'd open the locket up
As she'd open the locket up