It won’t be long ’til Christmas.
Interprétée par Fred MacMurray et Greer Garson.
In the rush of noise and laughter.
All too soon your children grow.
Oh, you guide their ways and you guard their days.
Until one day they go.
When the house is strangely silent.
And you dream of way back when.
Remember when it’s Christmastime.
They’ll come home again.
Let them go, let them go, let them try their wings.
Little birds were born to fly.
Not until they roam can they miss their home.
And it won’t be long ’til Christmas.
When the branches are bare, the December air.
Comes alive with frost and pine.
And they’ll yearn to be by that family tree.
For it won’t be long ’til Christmas.
The years go by and every night.
You say “Sweet dreams. Sleep tight”.
Then comes the day you have to say.
“Don’t forget to write”.
There’ll holly and tinsel and mistletoe.
There’ll be songs by fire glow.
Oh, it won’t be long ’til Christmas.
Let them go, let them go.
Let them go.