Won't Be Long Before Christmas

Let them go, let them go



Let them try their wings



Little birds were born to fly



Not until they're home



And they miss their home



And it won't be long 'til Christmas



When the branches appear



That'll descent the air



Comes alive with frost and pine



And they'll yearn to be



By the family tree



Oh, it won't be long 'til Christmas



The years go by



And every night you'll say



Sweet dreams, sleep tight



Then there comes the day



You're forced to say



Don't forget to write



There'll be holly and popcorn and mistletoe



There'll be songs by the fireplace



Oh, it won't be long 'til Christmas



Let them go



Let them go



Let them go



Let them go