Leave a light on that burns bright and clear
Blazing through the darkness
I will find my way back there
And be home for Christmas
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I see a falling leaf escape from the tree
Dancing upon the wind wild and free
But its freedom is a fantasy
For it is a prisoner of the wind can’t you see
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If you see a drowning man you must throw him a rope
In 1942 there was a drowning man that Irena saw
the helpless children of Warsaw
With her little glass jar she could bring them hope
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Nestled under the shade of the old oak tree
Surrounded by ancient walls of stone
There protected from the wind and the squalls
Lay the unsung heroes that made this country free
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There is one less person
At the table this year
But, do not sit and cry
Lift your glass and be of good cheer
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Thousands of tiny oases floating past
On a endless river of black
“Was that my exit I just passed? ”
All of us heading somewhere
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You are a contemporary man don’t you know
Well that may be
But I prefer to hang with thee, Mr. Poe
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To my brother, my sister my nameless friend
There by the side of the highway
To mark where your journey did end
Amongst the debris and a forgotten bouquet
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Little Angel, spread your wings and fly away home.
For my heart is breaking as the angels call you home
You fight to stay but soon you must depart.
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