To Buy You Gold

You know I'll be coming home for Christmas And I was hoping to buy you gold But I know that I'm broke My pockets aren't so full But just the idea of me coming home Should keep you oh, so warm While you're sitting by the phone and the Christmas tree Waiting for me to walk through the door Now that we're not alone for Christmas Let's think of the things we have Know that they're always there They're always in our heart With your attention on the telephone For me to give you a call Let you know that I'm coming home Yeah, I'm coming home All I want you to know is to wait for me Have my presents ready beneath the tree Cause' I am coming home Guess where I'll be found On the 401, St. Thomas bound I'm coming home I'm coming home I'm coming home