It Won’t Be Long ’til Christmas

[MRS. BIDDLE]
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

[MR. BIDDLE]
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."

[MRS. BIDDLE]
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