This day a year ago, he was rolling in the snow
With a younger brother in his father's yard
Christmas break, a time for touching home,
The heart of all he'd known
And leaving was so hard
Three thousand miles away,
Now he's working Christmas Day
Making double time for the minding of the store
Well he always said, he'd make it on his own
He's spending Christmas Eve alone
First Christmas away from home
She's standing by the train station,
Pan-handling for change
Four more dollars buys a decent meal and a room
Looks like the Sally Ann place after all,
In a crowded sleeping hall
That echoes like a tomb
But it's warm and clean and free,
And there are worse places to be
At least it means no beating from her Dad
And if she cries because it's Christmas Day
She hopes that it won't show
First Christmas away from home
In the apartment stands a tree,
And it looks so small and bare
Not like it was meant to be,
Golden angel on the top
It's not that same old silver star,
You wanted for your own
First Christmas away from home
In the morning, they get prayers,
Then it's crafts and tea downstairs
Then another meal back in his little room
Hoping maybe that "the boys"
Will think to phone before the day is gone
Well, it's best they do it soon
When the "old girl" passed away,
He fell apart more every day
Each had always kept the other pretty well
But the kids all said the nursing home was best
Cause he couldn't live alone
First Christmas away from home
In the common room they've got the biggest tree
And it's huge and cold and lifeless
Not like it ought to be,
And the lit-up flashing Santa Claus on top
It's not that same old silver star,
You once made for your own
First Christmas away from home
(Stan Rogers, 1979) This day a year ago, he was rolling in the snow With a younger brother in his father's yard Christmas break, a time for touching home, The heart of all he'd known And leaving was so hard Three thousand miles away, Now he's working Christmas Day Making double time for the minding of the store Well he always said, he'd make it on his own He's spending Christmas Eve alone First Christmas away from home She's standing by the train station, Pan-handling for change Four more dollars buys a decent meal and a room Looks like the Sally Ann place after all, In a crowded sleeping hall That echoes like a tomb But it's warm and clean and free, And there are worse places to be At least it means no beating from her Dad And if she cries because it's Christmas Day She hopes that it won't show First Christmas away from home In the apartment stands a tree, And it looks so small and bare Not like it was meant to be, Golden angel on the top It's not that same old silver star, You wanted for your own First Christmas away from home In the morning, they get prayers, Then it's crafts and tea downstairs Then another meal back in his little room Hoping maybe that "the boys" Will think to phone before the day is gone Well, it's best they do it soon When the "old girl" passed away, He fell apart more every day Each had always kept the other pretty well But the kids all said the nursing home was best Cause he couldn't live alone First Christmas away from home In the common room they've got the biggest tree And it's huge and cold and lifeless Not like it ought to be, And the lit-up flashing Santa Claus on top It's not that same old silver star, You once made for your own First Christmas away from home Explain Request ×
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