Home for the Holidays / Silver Bells - Point of Grace

Oh, there’s no place like home for the holidays

'Cause no matter how far away you roam

When you pine for the sunshine of a friendly gaze

For the holidays, you can’t beat home, sweet home

I met a man who lives in Tennessee

And he was heading for Pennsylvania

And some home made pumpkin pie

From Pennsylvania, folks are traveling

Down to Dixie’s sunny shore

From Atlantic to Pacific

Gee, the traffic is terrific

Still there’s no place like home for the holidays

And no matter how far away you roam

If you want to be happy in a million ways

For the holidays, you can’t beat home, sweet home

Silver bells are ringing, silver bells are singing

It’s Christmas time in the city

Ring a ling, hear them sing

Soon it will be Christmas day

City sidewalks, busy sidewalks

Dressed in holiday style

In the air there’s a feeling of Christmas

Children laughing, people passing

Meeting smile after smile

And on every street corner you’ll hear

Silver bells, silver bells

It’s Christmas time in the city

Ring a ling, hear them sing

Soon it will be Christmas day

I hope I’ll be home Christmas day