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CHRISTMAS CALLING

Jack Tempchin, December 1989

Weather's bad this time of year
Ice and snow will come
They may not want to understand
All that I've become

Still a card comes in the mail
To shake me up inside
Things long ago and far away
Still will not be denied

I hear Christmas calling
Late at night alone
Voices cry from years gone by
Johnny come back home

So many miles so many years
So many weeds have grown
On this road that's taken me
So far away from home

But I still see that corner house
Grandpa's old blue car
And I can hear his voice say, "son,
Make peace with who you are."

I hear Christmas calling
Late at night alone
Voices cry from years gone by
Johnny come back home

Voices cry from years gone by
Johnny come back home