CHRISTMAS IN THE COUNTRY
WE’RE JUST ABOUT A MILE AWAY
WE’LL BE RIDING DOWN THE VALLEY
IN A PORTLAND CUTTER ONE HORSE SLEIGH
SINGIN’ JINGLE BELLS ‘NEATH THE NORTHERN LIGHTS
I’LL TELL YOU THERE AIN’T NOTHING LIKE
CHRISTMAS IN THE COUNTRY

THERE’S A LITTLE LOG CABIN A LITTLE OUT OF TOWN
WITH MILES AND MILES OF NOTHING AROUND
BUT SANTA SEEMS TO FIND US WAY OUT HERE
I CAN SEE THE WHOLE FAMILY GATHERED ‘ROUND THE TREE
HANGIN’ PAINTED PINECONES AND POPCORN STRINGS
THE SMELL OF SHORTBREADS IN THE AIR
IT’S MY FAVOURITE TIME OF YEAR

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WHEN THE DISHES AND PRESENTS ARE ALL PUT AWAY
WE SPEND THE DAY OUTSIDE SKATIN’ ON THE LAKE
DO SOME ICE FISHIN’ IT’S A FAMILY TRADITION
WHEN THE SUN GOES DOWN AND IT GETS REAL COLD
WE’LL BE WARMING UP IN OUR HOLIDAY HOME
WITH PECAN PIE AND APPLE CIDER
TELLING STORIES BY THE FIRE

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