Snowflakes dance like whispers,
In the glow of the evening light,
Gather round the fire, love,
In the shelter of the old pine,
Friends and family fill the room,
As the old stories unfold,
And in the warmth of this moment,
Our hearts are made of gold.

So this winter,
We’ll hold close who we hold dear,
Oh this winter, you’ll be welcome here,
So this winter,
Though there’ll be laughter, there’ll be tears,
Still this winter you’ll be welcome here.

The scent of pine and cinnamon,
And the crimson of an old wine,
A flicker of a candle glows,
We’ll never drift away.

So this winter,
We’ll hold close who we hold dear,
Oh this winter, you’ll be welcome here,
So this winter,
Though there’ll be laughter, there’ll be tears,
Still this winter you’ll be welcome here.

And if the road gets lonely,
Or the nights grow long,
Just know, there’s somewhere you belong,
No matter where you wonder,
Or how far you roam,
Don’t forget, you’ve got a place called home.