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