written by susan longacre, walt aldridge, and gary baker

there’s a road that i remember leading to a special place
where the door was always open to a smiling face
there’s a picture on the mantle of a boy that looks like me
it’s always the same, there’s a stocking with my name

and a candle in the window, a flame against the night
there’s a candle in the window, it’s like god’s perfect light
it don’t take a lot of money to know what riches are
just a candle in the window

maybe it’s just wishful thiking i can hear the sleigh bells ring
almost taste teh pie she’s baking, it’s christmas eve

and there’s a candle in the window, a flame against the night
the candle in the window, it’s like god’s perfect light
it don’t take a lot of money to know what riches are
just a candle in the window and christmas in your heart

wherever the years may take me no matter how far i go
there’s going to be a candle burning, it’s always nice to know
it don’t take a lot of money to know what riches are
just a candle in the window and christmas in your heart