Christmas Calling

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 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