Créditos
INTERPRETAÇÃO
Reed Pittman
Piano
Callie Pittman
Vocal de apoio
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Reed Pittman
Composição
Callie Pittman
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Reed Pittman
Produção
Letra
Wrangle the kids, get them to bed
Warm up the tea and granny's shortbread
Pillows and blankets on the floor
Light up a candle that smells like a pie
It's not my first choice but it's what you like
And I always choose the music
Sitting here
We don't need to speak
In the glow of the lights on the tree
All the ways
That my heart's bursting
It's the hope of the choir as they sing
It's the snow, it's the fire, you and me
I wait for this day every year
Takes forever to come then it disappears
Never quite lasting long enough
Sitting here
We don't need to speak
In the glow of the lights on the tree
All the ways
That my heart's bursting
It's the hope of the choir as they sing
It's the snow, it's the fire, you and me
Sitting here
We don't need to speak
In the glow of the lights on the tree
All the ways
That my heart's bursting
It's the hope of the choir as they sing
It's the snow, it's the fire, you and me
Every year it's a new memory
Written by: Callie Pittman, Reed Pittman