When the soft snow is falling
each roof--becomes a dome.
Then you'll hear your heart calling:
"There's no place like home."
There's no place like home.
That's when you must believe
There's no place like home
especially Christmas Eve.
And the meadows gleam neatly
as though brushed, by a comb.
And the night bird sings sweetly:
"There's no place like home."
There's no place like home,
the song will sweetly say.
There's no place like home
especially Christmas Day.
And though good fortune's found you,
wherever you may roam
With your loved ones all around you,
there's just no place like home.
And the distant bell is ringing
and a choir is softly singing.
The gate out front is swinging,
and there's no place like home.
Song Discussions is protected by U.S. Patent 9401941. Other patents pending.