When the Light Comes Home

The story

The tree is trimmed, the fire is warm, and the old armchair is empty. Laughter echoes, and you're not there, and still I feel you in every sparkle and every tear. So I lit a lantern on the sill, in case you are listening. Missing someone is a kind of light too. You keep it burning so they can find their way home.

Lyrics

Candles flicker in the windowpane
Footsteps echo down an empty lane
The tree is trimmed, the fire's warm
But I'm still waiting for your form

Snow is falling on the chapel bell
The carols ring, but I can't tell
If it's joy or just the ache
Of silence wrapped in garland's wake

When the light comes home
And the shadows fade
I'll be standing here
Where the memories stay
With every star above
I send a wish unknown
For peace to fill the night
When the light comes home

Mugs of cider by the old armchair
Laughter echoes, but you're not there
Yet somehow I still feel you near
In every sparkle, every tear

Wherever you are, if you're listening now
This heart is a lantern
And it's lit for you

When the light comes home
Through the quiet snow
I will wait for you
And I'll always know
With every breath I take
I'm never quite alone
You'll find me in the night
When the light comes home

You'll find me in the night
When the light
Comes home