They looked out their windows at the ocean that
surrounds them

In the service of their country, sailing to a
foreign shore.

Tomorrow will be Christmas, and they wish that
they could be home.

Their wives and children need them, but their
country needs them more.

But they'll be sailing home for Christmas,
sailing home for Christmas,

Where a welcome candle in the window gleams.

They'll be sailing home for Christmas, sailing
home for Christmas,

Sailing home for Christmas in their dreams.

Tomorrow, they'll serve turkey and they'll sing
the Christmas carols,

They'll talk about their families, their mothers
and their sons.

It's the strangest condradiction, singing songs
of peace and sharing

As they man the battle stations, hoping war will
never come.

But they'll be sailing home for Christmas,
sailing home for Christmas,

Where a welcome candle in the window gleams.

They'll be sailing home for Christmas, sailing
home for Christmas,

Sailing home for Christmas in their dreams.

And maybe someday they won't have to be there
anymore,

When we all start to live the things we have
Christmas for.

They'll be sailing home for Christmas, sailing
home for Christmas,

Where a welcome candle in the window gleams.

They'll be sailing home for Christmas, sailing
home for Christmas,

Sailing home for Christmas in their dreams.