Georgia Mountain Christmas
Karen Peck And New River
I can smell the cookies baking And the pumpkin pie I can hear the pretty music When they sing "Sleigh Ride" And the sound of children's laughter Keeps ringing on in my mind, in my mind All those memories make me want to go To the place I've always loved the most I could travel the world But here's one thing that I've always known There is nothing like the feeling Of a Christmas Day When the snow is falling softly On the Georgia clay And the wind is whisperin' through the pines There's a chill in the air that sure feels fine I can hear the carols ringing How they fill the night Tells me things may not be perfect But everything's all right And I have found wherever I may roam, ooh... That a Georgia Mountain Christmas Is calling me back home Ooh, ooh... And the wind is whisperin' through the pines There's a chill in the air that sure feels fine I can hear the carols ringing How they fill the night Tells me things may not be perfect But everything's all right And I have found wherever I may roam That a Georgia Mountain Christmas Is calling me back home Georgia, Georgia Christmas time keeps Georgia on my mind And a Georgia Mountain Christmas Is calling me back home It's calling me back home (Calling me home)
