| Snow is falling faster now
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| And dusting on a hill
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| Skaters on the river
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| Gentle dancers in the chill
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| The children’s laughter ringing
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| As they overturn there sleighs
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| Waiting for a country Christmas day
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| The chimneys hold the promise
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| Of a friendly fire inside
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| And so it’s after bedtime
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| All the children’s eyes are wide
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| There might be cakes and short bread
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| On a shiny silver train
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| Waiting for a country Christmas day
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| Christmas in the country
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| Like another time and place
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| I see it in the little things
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| In every smiling face
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| It’s crystal nights and far of lights
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| And children count the days
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| Country Christmas and love will lead the way
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| Dogs run after snowflakes
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| In a never ending chase
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| Soft lights trough the window
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| Foster’s dalycurtis lay’s
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| And reunited loved ones
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| Who’ve been far to long away
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| Waiting for a country Christmas day
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| Christmas in the country
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| Like another time and place
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| I see it in the little things
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| In every smiling face
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| It’s crystal nights and far of lights
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| And children count the days
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| Country Christmas and love will lead the way
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| Country Christmas and love will lead the way |