William and Rose sit on the settee   Wearing clothes from another day   They sit close together, two halves of a whole   Watching the grandchildren play      The lights of their memories, shine in their eyes   As the young ones tumble free   It's bitter and sweet as they recognize   All the old songs 'round the tree      Love comes home for Christmas   Love comes home again   Love comes home for Christmas   Every now and then      Little faces believing   Make Rose start to rain   And Willie takes her hand      Hmm, it's getting late and the little ones yawn   They're ready for Christmas day   William and Rose, by the light of the embers   Kiss them along their way      Memories of children so long ago   All grown up and fighting the fight   But William and Rose sit on the settee   Their hearts are so full tonight      Love comes home for Christmas   Love comes home again   Love comes home for Christmas   Every now and then      Love comes home for Christmas   Love comes home again   Love comes home for Christmas   Every now and then      And little faces believing   Make Rose start to rain   And Willie takes her hand