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  • 作曲 : Dave Barnes
    The family car, we barely fit
    Christmas time had come again
    Bundled up to fight the freeze
    Picking out the family tree
    We'd decorate with clumsy hands
    In hope that
    Santa comes again
    And in the morning, wake to see
    Gifts beneath the family tree
    And I don't know where
    I'm goingBut
    I do know who
    I'll beThese memories and names, like leaves, all hang on us
    The family tree
    We're older now, we all have changed
    But we all laugh at the same old things
    We'll spend the night with memories
    Gathered 'round the family tree
    And I don't know where
    I'm goingBut
    I do know who
    I'll beThese memories and names, like leaves, all hang on us
    We're so much more than blood, we're more than names
    We're bound by bonds that only
    God sustains
    But this time of year we all gather here
    And I always know
    I'm homeThere are voices now where silence was
    The subtle signs of growing up
    Where one is born, another leaves
    Branches on the family tree
  • 作曲 : Dave Barnes
    The family car, we barely fit
    Christmas time had come again
    Bundled up to fight the freeze
    Picking out the family tree
    We'd decorate with clumsy hands
    In hope that
    Santa comes again
    And in the morning, wake to see
    Gifts beneath the family tree
    And I don't know where
    I'm goingBut
    I do know who
    I'll beThese memories and names, like leaves, all hang on us
    The family tree
    We're older now, we all have changed
    But we all laugh at the same old things
    We'll spend the night with memories
    Gathered 'round the family tree
    And I don't know where
    I'm goingBut
    I do know who
    I'll beThese memories and names, like leaves, all hang on us
    We're so much more than blood, we're more than names
    We're bound by bonds that only
    God sustains
    But this time of year we all gather here
    And I always know
    I'm homeThere are voices now where silence was
    The subtle signs of growing up
    Where one is born, another leaves
    Branches on the family tree