nThis day, a year ago, he was rolling in the snownWith a younger brother in his father's yard.nChristmas break - a time for touching homenThe heart of all he'd known, and leaving was so hard -nThree thousand miles away, now he's working Christmas DaynMaking double time for the minding of the store...nWell, he'd always said he'd make it on his ownnHe's spending Christmas Eve alone.nFirst Christmas away from home.nnShe's standing by the train station, panhandling for changenFour more dollars buys a decent meal and a room.nLooks like the Sally Ann place after all,nIn a crowded sleeping hall that echoes like a tombnBut it's warm and clean and free and there are worse places to be,nAnd at least it means no beating from her DadnAnd if she cries because it's Christmas DaynShe hopes that it won't show...nFirst Christmas away from home.nnIn the apartment stands a tree, and it looks so small and barenNot like it was meant to benThe Golden Angel on the top, it's not that same old silver starnYou wanted for your ownnFirst Christmas away from home.nnIn the morning, they get prayers, then it's Crafts and tea downstairsnThen another meal back in his little roomnHoping maybe that the boys will think to phone before the day is gonenWell, it's best they do it soon.nWhen the old girl passed away, he fell more apart each daynEach had always kept the other pretty wellnBut the kids all said the nursing home was bestn'Cause he couldn't live alone...nFirst Christmas away from home.nnIn the Common Room they've got the biggest treenAnd it's huge and cold and lifeless,nNot like it ought to benAnd the lit-up flashing Santa Claus on topnIt's not that same old silver star you once made for your ownnFirst Christmas away from home.