Houses
December’s not so cold when I know I am going home
and traffic’s not so bad on I-95 in Connecticut
I know what home is
It is more than a row of houses
Lighting up in the dark
lighting up where you are
Now you’re here next to me singing in eight part harmony
We take our carols seriously, and all our hands accompany
I know what joy is
It is more than a row of houses
Lighting up in the dark
lighting up where you are
Lo how a Rose ‘er blooming, a silent night bears a baby king
The manger on my shelf reminds me to give of myself
I know what home is
It is more than a row of houses
Lighting up in the dark
lighting up where you are
I know what home is
It is more than a row of houses
Lighting up in the dark
lighting up where you are
And I missed you, I missed you, I missed you all year long
and traffic’s not so bad on I-95 in Connecticut
I know what home is
It is more than a row of houses
Lighting up in the dark
lighting up where you are
Now you’re here next to me singing in eight part harmony
We take our carols seriously, and all our hands accompany
I know what joy is
It is more than a row of houses
Lighting up in the dark
lighting up where you are
Lo how a Rose ‘er blooming, a silent night bears a baby king
The manger on my shelf reminds me to give of myself
I know what home is
It is more than a row of houses
Lighting up in the dark
lighting up where you are
I know what home is
It is more than a row of houses
Lighting up in the dark
lighting up where you are
And I missed you, I missed you, I missed you all year long
