Lyrics
I heard singing coming from a steeple on a winter's night.
So I filed in with the holy people and sat down inside.
As their voices rang through the halls, it got me thinking bout my mama and how I don't call.
I'm coming home for Christmas, please be kind.
Threw a couple shirts inside a suitcase, and a flask of rye.
I ain't no saint, but I surely ain't no two-face. It's too late to hide.
Took one last look at my reflection, man I hope it don't get me unwanted questions.
I'm coming home for Christmas, please be kind.
And the bells right hallelujah through the sky, through the sky.
Do I still mean something to ya? Can you light that candlelight?
Now I'm looking hard for fellow faces on a blue line train.
For 20 years, you put me through my paces, but I share your name.
I hope that blood will run thick enough to get past the difference and onto some love.
I'm coming home for Christmas, please be kind.
And the bells right hallelujah through the sky, through the sky.
Do I still mean something to ya? Can you light that candlelight?
In your yard you got a baby Jesus out in the snow.
I remember how you used to teach us, all them Sundays ago.
If He walked up here to your gate, as a queer weary stranger, what would he say?
I'm coming home for Christmas, please be kind.
And the bells right hallelujah through the sky, through the sky.
Do I still mean something to ya? Can you light that candlelight?