Late December and the air is cold
the cars glimmer with frost
the snow like a emerging hand everywhere
who tucks us in?
The houses are high and the world is big
what (place) does the stars warm then?
but when someone up there looks down upon our earth
our lights are still visible
I say welcome home, just come as you are
welcome stranger and friend
when all the lights turn on, there's room for you here
welcome home again
Who will meet my eyes and who will take their time
who has the energy to dream of more
for every time you dare to see someone's life
it's yourself that you see
I say welcome home, just come as you are
welcome stranger and friend
when all the lights turn on, there's room for you here
welcome home again
So just come as you are
you're welcome here
welcome home again
Hmm hm hm hm..
Welcome home again