There’s No Place Like Home

When the soft snow is falling

Each roof becomes a dome

That's when you'll hear your heart calling:

“There’s no place like home.”

There's no place like home

That's when you must believe

There’s no place like home

Especially Christmas Eve

And the meadows gleam neatly

As though brushed, by a comb

And the night bird sings sweetly:

“There's no place like home.”

There's no place like home

The song will sweetly say

There's no place like home

Especially Christmas Day

And though good fortune's found you

Wherever you may roam

With your loved ones all around you

There's just no place like home

And the distant bell is ringing

And a choir is softly singing

The gate out front is swinging

And there's no place like home

―Sammy Cahn