There is snow, there are sweet old melodies,
There are presents under Christmas trees
And the moon is as bright as it can be
But all feels so empty without you.
On the table I still lay your cup of tea,
On the wall hangs the rose you made for me,
In the air scents of cinnamon and rum,
Can you feel all these calling you back home?
 
Come home for Christmas if you still feel the passion
That ran through our blood and made us the best friends
I know you're out there, don't be a stranger,
Don't be a stranger to my heart.
 
Hard to stop all the questions in my mind,
Where are you? Do you miss me?
Are you fine?
Will you ever…? How long do I have to wait?
It's a time when some answers would be great.
There is snow, there are sweet old melodies,
There are presents under Christmas trees,
And the moon is as bright as it can be
But all feels so sad without you here.
 
Come home for Christmas if you still feel the magic
I miss all the things that brought us together.
I know you're out there, don't be a stranger,
Don't be a stranger to my heart.
 
And if you come, that will be a miracle,
And if you stay, all the angels will sing.
I need a sign that life is still magical,
And there's a reason to carry on and on...