Lyrics

CHRISTMAS IN KY

(Verse 1)
The sun dips low behind the knobs, a deep and dusty blue
The frost is knitting sweaters for the fields we walked on through
There's a ribbon made of woodsmoke rising slow above the eaves
And the ghost of Indian summer's buried deep beneath the leaves
The porch light's flickering steady like a heartbeat in the dark
Waiting for the headlights to illuminate the park.


(Chorus)
Oh, it's a Christmas in Kentucky, where the holler's tucked in tight
Wrapped in quilts of misty mountains and a soft and silver light
With the bourbon in the kitchen and the bluegrass on the wire
We're counting all our blessings by the popping cedar fire
From the river to the valley, where the winter stars are free
There's no place like Kentucky for a Christmas memory.


(Verse 2)
Mama's in the pantry rolling dough for walnut cake
The creek is frozen solid like a mirror in the wake
Of a winter wind that whistles through the hemlocks and the pine
And we're drinking cider heated with a drop of mountain wine
The neighbors stop by whistling, leaving tracks across the lawn
We'll be sitting round the table 'til the breaking of the dawn.


(Chorus)
Oh, it's a Christmas in Kentucky, where the holler's tucked in tight
Wrapped in quilts of misty mountains and a soft and silver light
With the bourbon in the kitchen and the bluegrass on the wire
We're counting all our blessings by the popping cedar fire
From the river to the valley, where the winter stars are free
There's no place like Kentucky for a Christmas memory.


(Bridge)
They talk of cities shining bright with tinsel and with gold
But give me limestone fences and the stories that are told
When the snow begins to settle on the rolling meadow grass
Watching years go by like shadows on the window glass.


(Guitar/Fiddle Solo - warm and resonant)


(Chorus)
Yeah, it's a Christmas in Kentucky, where the holler's tucked in tight
Wrapped in quilts of misty mountains and a soft and silver light
With the bourbon in the kitchen and the bluegrass on the wire
We're counting all our blessings by the popping cedar fire
From the river to the valley, where the winter stars are free
There's no place like Kentucky for a Christmas memory.


(Outro)
Yeah, the snow is falling soft on old Kentucky...
Just a quiet kind of magic...
Merry Christmas from the heart of the blue...