I can't wait to see those faces
I'm flying home for Christmas
Yea I'm moving down that line
And it's been so long
But I will be there I sing this song
To pass the time away
Flying in a plane
Christmas gonna take some time
Top to toe in queues
Got red lights on the run
But soon there'll be a freeway
My feet on holy ground
So I sing for you
Though you can't hear me
When I get trough
And feel you near me
Flying in a plane
Flying home for Christmas
With a thousand memories
I take look at the passenger next to me
She's just the same
Just the same
Top to toe in queues
Got red lights on the run
Flying home for Christmas, yea
Get my feet on holy ground
So I sing for you
Though you can't hear me
When I get trough
And feel you near me
Flying in a plane
Flying home for Christmas
Flying home for Christmas
I'm flying home for Christmas
Oh, I can't wait to see those faces
I'm flying home for Christmas, yeah!



Muss ich mehr sagen?
Ich wünsch Euch allen ein frohe Weihnachen, oder wie die Iren sagen:
NOLLAIG SHONA!