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Ross Copperman
Ross Copperman - Christmas Day
Christmas Day
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Christmas Day is here
The ones I love are near
Golden silver ribbons
Gifts are being given
Sound of children's laughter
Garland of the rafter
For all the prayers I've prayed
I'm home on Christmas day
Somehow I made it again
Through all of the turns and the bends
Like I was led by a star
Just to get here where you are
Through the dark nights and the miles
Caught in the rush and the noise
Follow the light of your smile
And I heard the song of your voice
Christmas Day is here
The ones I love are near
Golden silver ribbons
Gifts are being given
Sound of children's laughter
Garland of the rafter
For all the prayers I've prayed
I'm home on Christmas day
Outside the cold world turns
In here a warm fire burns
Outside the snow and the hustle
Paper mountains fall down as it rustles
We make a toast, raise a glass
Counting up all of our blessings
And nothing here flies by so fast
And we get a glimpse of heaven
Away in a manger
No crib for His bed
The little Lord Jesus
Laid down His sweet head
The stars in the bright sky
Looked down where He lay
The little Lord Jesus
Asleep on the hay
The ones I love are near
Golden silver ribbons
Gifts are being given
Sound of children's laughter
Garland of the rafter
For all the prayers I've prayed
I'm home on Christmas day
Somehow I made it again
Through all of the turns and the bends
Like I was led by a star
Just to get here where you are
Through the dark nights and the miles
Caught in the rush and the noise
Follow the light of your smile
And I heard the song of your voice
Christmas Day is here
The ones I love are near
Golden silver ribbons
Gifts are being given
Sound of children's laughter
Garland of the rafter
For all the prayers I've prayed
I'm home on Christmas day
Outside the cold world turns
In here a warm fire burns
Outside the snow and the hustle
Paper mountains fall down as it rustles
We make a toast, raise a glass
Counting up all of our blessings
And nothing here flies by so fast
And we get a glimpse of heaven
Away in a manger
No crib for His bed
The little Lord Jesus
Laid down His sweet head
The stars in the bright sky
Looked down where He lay
The little Lord Jesus
Asleep on the hay
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| Tekst: |
Ross Copperman, Tom Douglas Edytuj metrykę |
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| Muzyka (producent): |
Ross Copperman |
| Rok wydania: |
2021 |
| Wykonanie oryginalne: |
Ross Copperman |
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