Snow on Sycamore Lane

[Verse 1] The train pulls slow through frozen glass tonight Two hundred miles from lamplight burning gold And somewhere back where maple branches meet A porch light waits the way it did of old [Verse 2] I still can hear the screen door's rusty song The kettle laughing on the kitchen stove My mother's hands that dusted powdered flour Across a pie no city ever knows [Chorus] So let it snow on Sycamore Lane Where every window holds a candle burning Let it fall on that old windowpane And carry me back where my heart keeps returning [Verse 3] There's a stocking with my name in faded thread A carousel of records worn and low The banister I rode when I was small Still warm beneath a coat of falling snow [Bridge] I've walked through brighter streets than these Chased every star a young man's meant to chase But nothing shines the way December did On that one narrow, quiet, snowbound place [Chorus] So let it snow on Sycamore Lane Where every window holds a candle burning Let it fall on that old windowpane And carry me back where my heart keeps returning [Outro] The whistle blows — I'm nearly there Two more bends and the platform light And I'll be home for Christmas Eve On Sycamore Lane tonight