Christmas in the Country

Oh, there’s nothing quite like Christmas in the county
The simple joy of family by the fire
And Carols ringing out across the valley
The neighbors that make up the village choir
Oh, the joy of Christmas in the country
The love and warmth of gentle memories
And going back to a simple old love story
It’s waiting in the country just for me
The Smell of fudge and apples from the kitchen
The bubble lights that flicker on the tree
Whispered sounds of secrets from the children
Embrace and call back home the likes of me
There’s nothing quite like Christmas in the county
The silent snow is falling on the vine
The children press their noses to the window
As winter turns to magic, me, oh, my!
That’s the joy of Christmas in the country
The love and warmth of gentle memories
And going back to a simple old love story
It’s waiting in the country just for me
Dad’s response as he stands beside the Bible
It falls from habit, open to Luke chapter two
And none of us will ever tire of hearing
«Now children here is how God came to you»
«There was in that same country shepherds watching
They watch at night upon a lonely hill»
And through his well worn voice he tells the story
Of how God loved us once and loves us still
Oh, the joy of Christmas in the country
The love and warmth of gentle memories
And going back to the simple old love story
It’s waiting in the country just for me
It’s waiting in the country just for me