christmas eve all alone thinking about the folks back home through the pines i hear that lonesome wind blow cider s hot drink my fill red oak fire to break the chill thoughts of home reflected in my window for several weeks the creek s been froze can t get out the roads are closed it s been quite a spell of nasty weather it s my favorite time of year but home s a thousand miles from here i wish so much that we were all together i can see us round the christmas tree snowflakes fallin my heart s callin me back to tennessee a blanket of new fallen snow has covered up the undergrowth the mountainside is flowing in the moonlight though it s a picture perfect scene i close my eyes and still i dream of being home in tennessee tonight