(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
