Christmas Eve, it was cold in the hills
After dinner the fire burned bright
Dad with guitar, Aunt Belle, a song
We'd sing and sing, warm up the night
Take me back, play it right here, yes, wherever I roam
Grab that guitar, lift your voice, sing that Bluegrass Christmas home
Arizona, under bright desert sun
Near the end of my winding stream
It's Christmas time, we'll sing their songs
Bring back our folks from past and dreams
Take me back, play it right here, yes, wherever I roam
Pick that guitar, lift your voice, sing that Bluegrass Christmas home