TRUCKING HOME

Through hard blowing blizzards,
Through gently falling snow,
We’ll drive real careful,
For trucking home we go.

Everything packed into a truck
And towing the car behind,
Two thousand miles we’ll go,
The road will be easy to find.

Home to the family we love,
Home in time for Christmas,
Home through the worst weather
Home to each lad and lass.

My trembling hand will hold
The wheel quite steady
As my turn to drive will come,
I’ll pray so I will be ready.

For an adventure in moving
Is better when the weather is fine,
But we’ll go in December cold
And that puts chills in my spine.

But we will be home for Christmas,
Trucking all the cold long way,
For we long to see the family
And all their faces on Christmas day.

M Ann Margetson Dec 9 1998©

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