William And Rose

William and Rose sit on the settee Wearing clothes from another day They sit close together, two halves of a whole Watching the grandchildren play The lights of their memories, shine in their eyes As the young ones tumble free It's bitter and sweet as they recognize All the old songs 'round the tree Love comes home for Christmas Love comes home again Love comes home for Christmas Every now and then Little faces believing Make Rose start to rain And Willie takes her hand Hmm, it's getting late and the little ones yawn They're ready for Christmas day William and Rose, by the light of the embers Kiss them along their way Memories of children so long ago All grown up and fighting the fight But William and Rose sit on the settee Their hearts are so full tonight Love comes home for Christmas Love comes home again Love comes home for Christmas Every now and then Love comes home for Christmas Love comes home again Love comes home for Christmas Every now and then And little faces believing Make Rose start to rain And Willie takes her hand