They've been to get their Christmas tree, they hadn't far to go
They live in that high country where young timber starts to grow
The day is cold, the snow is new, there aren't so many tracks
Dad has got the Christmas tree, the boy gets to hold the ax.

You notice by the chimney that the fireplace is wide
They have their house built strong and low, it's plenty warm inside
They've got a good set of corrals besides a stable too;
They are fixed up pretty handy for a place to winter through

And when they put the candles on, it's easy to believe
How that tree will look by firelight this comin' Christmas Eve
There won't be any carols sung, no organ will be to play
But they'll have a happy Christmas in the hills so far away

I'll bet Dad's thinking, back to when he was a kid
How folks would spend their Christmas and things he got and did
Of course the boy, he looks ahead, he thinks not of the past
But soon he'll have his Christmas memories that'll keep until the last.