Angel Bells Serenade

(ahhhh) Snow on the chimney,

the old wooden gate

Fire in the hearth and we're staying up late

Sipping sweet tea while the pine needles fall

And the love in this room is the best gift of all

Oh,

let the church bells ring out in the snow

Under the light of the stars down below (hallelujah) With the angels

in heaven

singing so clear This is the sweetest country Christmas this year

Old worn-out boots drying next to the stove

Stories we tell of the hands that we love

Quiet and simple, the way it should be

Just holding you close by the evergreen tree

And the heavens open wide (ahhhh) With a holy warmth

inside

Oh, let the church bells ring out in the snow

Under the light of the stars down below (hallelujah) With the angels

in heaven

singing so clear This is the sweetest country Christmas this year

This sweet Christmas... (amen)