Christmas Calling - Jack Tempchin

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