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