| When the soft snow is falling
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| Each roof--becomes a dome
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| Then you’ll hear your heart calling:
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| «There's no place like home.»
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| There’s no place like home
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| That’s when you must believe
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| There’s no place like home
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| Especially Christmas Eve
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| And the meadows gleam neatly
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| As though brushed, by a comb
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| And the night bird sings sweetly:
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| «There's no place like home.»
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| There’s no place like home
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| The song will sweetly say
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| There’s no place like home
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| Especially Christmas Day
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| And though good fortune’s found you
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| Wherever you may roam
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| With your loved ones all around you
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| There’s just no place like home
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| And the distant bell is ringing
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| And a choir is softly singing
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| The gate out front is swinging
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| And there’s no place like home |