Paul Colombo © 2019

Gazing through the jagged cracks of an icy window pane

She wonders if she’ll make it home before the daylight fades

The office has her weary from inbox overkill

Her son will soon be by the house, rambling up the hill

It’s a homecoming, the time of year

Where they all become alive

With tales from their different paths

They share beside the fire

It’s a homecoming, they can’t wait

To see the little ones

Grow up so big before their eyes

Coming home is every one

Billy’s been in Illinois, his schoolwork’s almost done

He’s looking forward to his days in the Arizona sun

And Mary’s on the edge of town she ‘s never far from home

The plant closed down and made it hard for her girls to be alone

It’s a homecoming, the time of year

Where they all become alive

With tales from their different paths

They share beside the fire

It’s a homecoming, they can’t wait

To see the little ones

Grow up so big before their eyes

Coming home is every one

They’re gathered round the table giving thanks for all they have

The harmony of voices start to make her feel sad

It won’t be long before they’re gone and headed on their way

She brightens up thinkin’ ‘bout next year when they’ll be back to stay

It’s a homecoming, the time of year

Where they all become alive

With tales from their different paths

They share beside the fire

It’s a homecoming, they can’t wait

To see the little ones

Grow up so big before their eyes

Coming home is every one