Warm Hearth Carol

The fire is burning low tonight

And the snow is coming down

A quiet light, a peaceful sight

In this sleepy winter town

It's the warmth of the home we find

In the stories we leave behind

With the pine in the air and a hand to hold

And the sweetest stories told (mmmmm)

We share the tea,

we count the stars From the frosty window pane

And no matter where we find ourselves

The feelings still remain

It's the warmth of the home we find

In the stories we leave behind

With the pine in the air and a hand to hold

And the sweetest stories told (ooh-ooh)

Just a hand to

hold

In the winter

cold