(words & music by Michael Jarrett)
On the hills of Georgia
Across the plains of Tennessee
I've seen and I've done most everything
That a man can do or see
But if I could only borrow one dream from your sleep
I'd be on that train tomorrow
I'll be home on Christmas day
And so many times before
She left that candle burning
Oh, too many tears fell
My soul fills with yearning
If I had sense at all
I'd just be on my way
Be on that train tomorrow
Be home on Christmas day
Everytime I think about her
All the love I left behind
Memories still linger in my troubled mind
I could set aside my pride
And I'd be on my way
I'd catch that train tomorrow
And be home on Christmas day
If I had any sense at all
I'd just be on my way
I'd catch that train tomorrow
I'd be home on Christmas day
I said I'd catch that train tomorrow
I'd be home on Christmas dayI’m just a little tin soldier in your hands
I’m good for nothing but to obey your commands
You’ll never really love me, I know
So wind me up, let me go
I’m just your plaything ‘till you see someone else
But even tin soldier have hearts don’t you know
So wind me up, let me go
You don’t really need me
You have hundred other toys
And teardrops don’t look good
In the eyes of soldier boy
So pick me up and hold me one more time
That’s just a consolation for this heart of mine
Whisper a sweet word to the one who loved you so
Then wind me up let me go
Then wind me up let me go
Let me go