Christmas In The Country - Gaither Vocal Band

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