Rev Wyn - Black Xmas

Black, Black Christmas
Come home to me
Won’t you come home to me
Oh black
Christmas, Black Christmas
Come home to me
You don’t come home to me
Stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that St Nick, soon would be there
Brown paper packages tied up with string
Just me myself and I and my favorite thing
Black, Black Christmas
Come home to me
Won’t you come home to me
Oh black
Christmas, Black Christmas
Come home to me
You don’t come home to me
The fire burns low, a swan sleeps in the snow
I dream of a danger, nobody knows
Sweet baby Jesus, alone in a Manger
Waiting to take you away
Black, Black Christmas
Come home to me
Won’t you come home to me
Oh black
Christmas, Black Christmas
Come home to me
You don’t come home to me
You don’t come home to me
You don’t come home to me

Written by:
Isaac Wynn

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