Composed by Dr. Ralph Stanley, sung by Ralph Stanley and the Clinch Mountain Boys
All year ramblin' far away,
But I always make my way back home
To Mother and Dad on Christmas day.
The snow lies deep in the mountains
The wind blows soft in the pine
The smoke curls up from the chimney
I'm goin' home, it's Christmas time.
A little wreath hangs on the door
There's presents on the cabin floor
Dad has trimmed the Christmas tree,
And the pathway home it welcomes me.
The snow lies deep in the mountains
The wind blows soft in the pine
The smoke curls up from the chimney
I'm goin' home, it's Christmas time.
When God sent down his only boy
To save us from sins and care
And bring us to our home up there.
The wind blows soft in the pine
The smoke curls up from the chimney
I'm goin' home, it's Christmas time
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