Oh, there's nothing quite like Christmas in the country
A simple joy, a 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 warm and gentle memory
And knowing that a simple old love story
Is waiting in
The country just for me
I smell the fudge and apples from the kitchen
The bubble lights that flicker on the tree
The whispered sounds of secrets
From the trees
From the children
Embrace and call back home the likes of me
There's nothing quite like Christmas in the country
The sky of snow is calling on the barn
The children press their noses to the window
As winter turns to magic the old times
That's the joy of Christmas in the country
The love and warm and gentle memory
A warm and gentle memory
And knowing that the simple, bolder story
Is bringing the country just for me
The laughter stops as Dad picks up the Bible
It falls from a habit open to Luke chapter 2
And none of us will ever tire of hearing
Now children, here is how God came to you
Children of that same country
Shepherds watching
Their flocks at night upon a lonely hill
And with His well-being
A warm 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
A warm and gentle memory
And knowing that the simple, bolder story
Is bringing the country just for me
It's bringing the country just for me
It's bringing the country just for me