Fireside Roads

The snow is dusting

the pine tree boughs A thousand miles

from where I'm standing

now (ahhhh)

Oh, I want to feel the fireplace glow

To walk down the roads that I used to

know

And hold your hand

when the winter winds blow

I'm longing for home,

oh, home (mmm-mmm)

The city sidewalks

are dressed in green But it's the quietest crowd

I have ever

seen

Just a lonely traveler

on Christmas Eve

Oh, I want to feel the fireplace glow

To walk down the roads that I used to

know

And hold your hand when the winter winds blow

I'm longing for home,

oh, home

Longing for home...