Burkes Garden Noel

Snow is falling on the blue grass valley floor

Smoke is curling from the chimney of the general store

Every mountain peak is dusted like a silver crown

Christmas Eve is settling on our quiet town

Oh,

the winter wind may blow

But we've got nowhere else to go

Wrapped in blankets

by the fire's golden glow

In the heart

of Burkes Garden we are home

(we are home) Old stone fences lined with white and emerald green

Prettiest valley that a traveler's ever seen

Friends and neighbors greeting at the chapel door

Sharing blessings, wishing peace for evermore

Oh,

the winter wind may blow

But we've got nowhere else to go

Wrapped in blankets

by the fire's golden glow

In the heart

of Burkes Garden we are home

(we are home)

Snow is falling on the blue grass floor (mmmmm)