Back Home - B.J. Thomas

Back home

In my little town

It’s almost Christmas time

Children are playing in the fallen snow

'Round the steep that I used to climb

Someday they’ll how lucky they are

After the years have flown

They can look back

Looking forward to

A Christmas time back home

Back home

To memories

Candy canes and Christmas trees

Momma baking a homemade pie

And Daddys wearing his Christmas tie

And the happiest times

I’ve ever known

I’ve left but I’ve never been gone

When it’s Christmas time

It’s time to go back home

And it came to pass in those days

That there went out a degree from Caesar Augustus

That all the world should be taxed

And this taxing was first made when Syrinius was governor of Syria

And all was to be taxed

Everyone unto his own city

And Joseph also went up from Galilee

Out of the city of Nazareth

Into Judeah into the city of David

Which is called Bethlehem

Because he was of the house and minage of David

To be taxed with Mary his espoused wife

Being great with child

And so it was that while they were there

The days were accomplished

That she should be delivered

And she brought forth a first-born son

And wrapped him in swaddling clothes and laid him in a manger

And so in the hometown of Joesph

Jesus Christ was born

And since that night almost 2000 years ago

There is in the heart of ever man and woman

The seed.

a need to go back