Christmas Day at Cherrywold
’Tis Christmas Day at Cherrywold:The snow is softly falling,And through the valley as of oldThe chimes are calling.But I shall wander far awayThis Christmas Day, this Christmas Day.A place more fair than Cherrywold—With nature’s gifts more blessed—You may not find, so I’ve been told,From East to West.But I would not be led that way,On Christmas Day, on Christmas Day.WALTER EDWARDS HOUGHTON, JR.
’Tis Christmas Day at Cherrywold:The snow is softly falling,And through the valley as of oldThe chimes are calling.But I shall wander far awayThis Christmas Day, this Christmas Day.A place more fair than Cherrywold—With nature’s gifts more blessed—You may not find, so I’ve been told,From East to West.But I would not be led that way,On Christmas Day, on Christmas Day.WALTER EDWARDS HOUGHTON, JR.
’Tis Christmas Day at Cherrywold:The snow is softly falling,And through the valley as of oldThe chimes are calling.But I shall wander far awayThis Christmas Day, this Christmas Day.
’Tis Christmas Day at Cherrywold:
The snow is softly falling,
And through the valley as of old
The chimes are calling.
But I shall wander far away
This Christmas Day, this Christmas Day.
A place more fair than Cherrywold—With nature’s gifts more blessed—You may not find, so I’ve been told,From East to West.But I would not be led that way,On Christmas Day, on Christmas Day.
A place more fair than Cherrywold—
With nature’s gifts more blessed—
You may not find, so I’ve been told,
From East to West.
But I would not be led that way,
On Christmas Day, on Christmas Day.
WALTER EDWARDS HOUGHTON, JR.
WALTER EDWARDS HOUGHTON, JR.