Lyrics:
We come in from our travelsLay our gifts beneath the treeMy mother's in the kitchenThe parade is on TVMy father's with his fatherThey're setting out some toysThe kids all want the train he's hadSince he was a boyTo be with You, to be with YouI love this time of yearIt always brings me hereTo be with YouI fall in with my sistersJust like when we were youngMy grandma holds the babyShe rocks and softly humsWe gather round the tableWe close our eyes and singPraise God from whom all blessings flowTo be with You, to be with YouI love this time of yearIt always brings me hereTo be with YouPraise God from whom all blessings flowWe set our milk and cookiesThe kids are quick to bedThey know St. Nick is comingAnd nothing need be saidWe gather by the fireReminiscing by its lightThe kids will be up earlyBut it's hard to say goodnightTo be with You, to be with YouI love this time of yearIt always brings me hereTo be with You, to be with YouI love this time of yearIt always brings me hereTo be with You