(words & music by Michael Jarrett)
On the hills of Georgia
Across the plains of Tennessee
I´ve seen and I´ve done most everything
That a man can do or see

But if I could only borrow one dream from your sleep
I´d be on that train tomorrow
I´ll be home on Christmas day

And so many times before
She left that candle burning
Oh, too many tears fell
My soul fills with yearning
If I had sense at all
I´d just be on my way
Be on that train tomorrow
Be home on Christmas day

Everytime I think about her
All the love I left behind
Memories still linger in my troubled mind
I could set aside my pride

And I´d be on my way
I´d catch that train tomorrow
And be home on Christmas day

If I had any sense at all
I´d just be on my way
I´d catch that train tomorrow
I´d be home on Christmas day
I said I´d catch that train tomorrow
I´d be home on Christmas day