Christmas Comes to the Marshes (Gentle Acoustic)
Frost on the marsh at break of day.
Smoke from the chimneys drifts
away.
Church bells ring across the creek.
Home is calling, so soft,
so sweet.
Lanterns glow
in the old high street.
Neighbours stop and smile
and meet.
Mince pies cooling on the sill.
The whole
wide world is calm
and still.
Christmas comes to the marshes tonight.
Silver stars and the harbour light.
Bring the ones you love in from the cold.
Christmas comes, and we
are home.
Boats lie sleeping on the tide.
Ice on the reeds on every side.
Carol singers at the door.
Just like we
have heard
before.
There's a chair that's empty now.
We
still lay a place
somehow.
Raise a glass and say their name.
The love is here,
it's still
the same.
Christmas comes to the marshes tonight.
Silver stars and the harbour light.
Bring the ones you love in from the cold.
Christmas comes, and we
are home.
Wherever you are on the road tonight.
Follow the glow of the
window light. There's a fire burning,
a place for you.
The old bells ring the whole night through.
Christmas comes to the marshes tonight.
Silver stars and the harbour
light.
Bring the ones you love in from the cold.
Christmas comes, and we are home.
Christmas comes, and we
are home.
Home for Christmas. Home at last.