Maybe Next Christmas

I'm thinking now of Christmas

Back home the fields are white

To far away to see them

Wish I were there tonight.



I know folks back home all miss me

The children's eyes close tight

While I picture dad, moma

Kneeling by candle light.



Yes, I'd give the world just to be home

I miss them most ev'ry day

I know what it means to be lonely

Lonely this Christmas, I'll stay.



Maybe next year when the snow falls

I'll find my way back home

Maybe next Christmas I'll be there

Never again will I roam...