When It's Christmas On the Range

I know there are no church bells on the prairie
It is a mystery I can't explain
At night at Christmas time
I hear the church bells chime
When it's Christmas on the range.

All year long my life seems ordinary
On this they tell me why does that seem strange
Things never seem sublime
Till I hear those church bells chime
When it's Christmas on the range.

At night I sit alone by the fireside
It's lonesome but I'd never want to change
Because the plans I seem to hear
The sound of eight reindeer
What is it makes me feel so strange?

I see the children 'round the tree at Christmas
As their goodwill and presents they exchange
What is this mystery, this vision that I see
When it's Christmas on the range.



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Writer(s): P. Ward, D. Denney
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