Oversættelse: McKnight, Brian. Home.
Oversættelse: McKnight, Brian. Home For The Holidays.
Oversættelse: McKnight, Brian. Coming Back Home.
Oversættelse: McKnight, Brian. Jeg kommer hjem til jul.
Oversættelse: Stuart Little soundtrack. Brian McKnight - Forside.
Glo-glo-glo-glo-ria Yeah Ooh, oh, ooh oh, yeah Angels we have heard on high Sweetly singing o'er the plain And the mountains in reply Echoing
Bless this house O Lord we pray Make it safe By night and day Bless these walls So firm and stout Keeping want And trouble out Bless the roof And chimneys
're the only present that I need The perfect combination is Christmas You and Me The perfect combination is Christmas you and me Its 11 o'clock and I'm almost home
I'm coming back home Home, where love is waiting for me Been gone much too long This is where I want to be So I'm coming home Coming home Cuz home is
I feel so all alone See, I gotta find my way back home So why don't you Shape me make me Wash me whiter than the snow I gotta find my way Back home
s one thing that I have come to know [Chorus:] There's no place like home for the holidays Everybody's singing, yeah, yeah There's no place like home
O come, all ye faithful Joyful and triumphant O come ye O come ye to Bethlehem Come and behold Him Born the King of Angels O come, let us adore
It's the most wonderful Time of the year With the kids Jingle-belling And everyone telling you Be of good cheer It's the most wonderful Time of
And presents on the tree Christmas eve will find me Where the lovelight gleams I'll be home for Christmas If only in my dreams I'll be home for Christmas
(feat. Brian McKnight Jr., Nikolas McKnight) Oh, the weather outside is frightful But the fire is so delightful Since we've no place to go Let it
Silent night, holy night All is calm, all is bright Round your Virgin Mother and Child Holy Infant so tender and mild Sleep in heavenly peace Sleep
them ring Soon it will be Christmas day Strings of streetlights, even stoplights Blink of bright red and green As the shoppers rush home With their treasures
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire Jack Frost nipping at your nose Yuletide carols being sung by a choir And folks dressed up like Eskimos Everybody