’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.