They looked out their windows at the ocean that surrounds them
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In the service of their country, sailing to a foreign shore.
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Tomorrow will be Christmas, and they wish that they could be home.
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Their wives and children need them, but their country needs them more.
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But they'll be sailing home for Christmas, sailing home for Christmas,
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Where a welcome candle in the window gleams.
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They'll be sailing home for Christmas, sailing home for Christmas,
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Sailing home for Christmas in their dreams.
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Tomorrow, they'll serve turkey and they'll sing the Christmas carols,
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They'll talk about their families, their mothers and their sons.
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It's the strangest condradiction, singing songs of peace and sharing
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As they man the battle weapons, hoping war will never come.
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But they'll be sailing home for Christmas, sailing home for Christmas,
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Where a welcome candle in the window gleams.
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They'll be sailing home for Christmas, sailing home for Christmas,
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Sailing home for Christmas in their dreams.
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And maybe someday they won't have to be there anymore,
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When we all start to live the things we have Christmas for.
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They'll be sailing home for Christmas, sailing home for Christmas,
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Where a welcome candle in the window gleams.
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They'll be sailing home for Christmas, sailing home for Christmas,
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Sailing home for Christmas in their dreams.
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Sailing Home for Christmas
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| Doug Stone |
