Cherry Snowfall

The pine is heavy with the morning snow;

The kettle's singing on the stove below;

I pull my woolen sweater to my chin;

And let the spirit of the season in;

My hands are weathered and my hair is gray;

But I still feel like a child on

Just watching how the cedar branches bow;

It's quiet in the valley for us now;

Home for the holidays;

Safe from the willer wind;

Where the firelight dances on the wall and the peace of the world begins;

Home for the holidays, safe from the winter wind;

The kitchen smells of cinnamon and clove;

I'm stacking hickory beside the stove;

Our oldest dog is sleeping by the door;

Shadows stretching long across the floor;

No need for crowds or lights along the street;

The simplest gifts are always the most sweet;

Just a cup of coffee and a steady hand;

And the finest woman in this mountain land;

Home for the holidays, safe from the winter wind;

Where the firelight dances on the wall;

And the peace of the world begins;

Home for the holidays;

Safe from the winter wind;

Home for the holidays;

Safe from the winter wind;

Gone for the holidays;

Safe from the winter wind;

Where the firelight dances on the wall;

And the feats of the world begin;

Home for the holidays;

Safe from the winter wind;

Safe from the winter wind;

Home again;

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, oh, yeah;

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh;

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh;

Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh;

Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, oh, my dear;

Oh, oh, yeah;