Back up in the Hills
Thers a Christmas long ago
Friends and family gather round
The old pot belly stove
And I was freezin cold
From a heavy snow that day
we warmed our hearts with old times songs
And danced the night away
To bluegrass white snow
Get your fiddle out
Rossin up that bow
Bluegrass white snow
But no one seemed to care
All the hard times melted as
The music filled the air
So when my skys are gray
And the snow falls to the ground
I recall that Christmas night
And all those joyful sounds
Of bluegrass white snow
Get your fiddle out
Rossin up that bow
Bluegrass white snow
Though that old black stove is gone
Where we used to congragate
Come this christmas ill be home
And well all celebrate
Bluegrass white snow
Memorys and an old banjo
Get your fiddle out
Rossin up that bow
Bluegrass white snow