Sometime Every Christmas

by Michael W. Smith

1 I’M THINKING ABOUT THE HOLIDAY AND THE SANDS OF TIME YEARS PASS LIKE PAGES OF OLD FAMILY PHOTOS IN MY MIND FACES AND THE PLACES HOW DECEMBERS USED TO BE A LITTLE LONELINESS AND LONGING IT RISES UP IN ME Chorus: SOMETIME EVERY CHRISTMAS CAN’T SAY WHERE OR WHEN OR WHY BUT SOME MOMENT OR SOME MEMORY TAKES ME BY SURPRISE AND SOMETHING IN THE SEASON WELLS UP IN MY EYE SOMETIME EVERY CHRISTMAS I CRY 2 MIGHT BE SOME CHOIR OF CHILDREN SINGING ‘SILENT NIGHT’ OR DRIVING THROUGH MY HOMETOWN SEEING MAIN STREET DRESSED IN LIGHTS