作曲 : Gaither, Gaither, Sykes ...
Oh, there's nothing quite like Christmas in the country
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

The Laughter stops as Dad picks up 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 were in that same country shepherds watching
They flocked at night upon a lonely hill"
And with his well worn voice he tells the story
Of how God loved us once and loves us still

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

It's waiting in the country just for me.


Corrected by Paul.