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When the house is strangely silent,
And you dream of way back when,
Remember when it's Christmas time,
They'll come home again.

Let them go, let them go
Let them try their wings.
Little birds were born to fly.
Not until they roam
Can they miss their home,
And it won't be long 'til Christmas.

When the branches are bare,
The December air
Comes alive with frost and pine,
And they'll yearn to be by the family tree,
Oh, it won't be long 'til Christmas.

The years go by, and every night
You say, "Sweet dreams, sleep tight,"
Then comes the day you have to say,
"Don't forget to write."

There'll be holly and tinsel and mistletoe,
There'll be songs sung high and low.
Oh, it won't be long 'til Christmas.
Let them go, let them go,
Let them go.

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Won't Be Long Before Christmas
The Supremes



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