作曲：

That old north wind

Holing high up in the timber

The only quiet that I remember

I was riding on the line

One lone star

Hanging over the horizon

Like the one that let the wise men

As they followed haven sign

Snow caped peeks

Like the angels in their glory

Seemed to sing the angel story

As the wind blows through the pines

Drifting alone

To the sound of spursens jingling

Like silver bells are ringing

Christmas on the line

Snow caped peeks

Like the angels in their glory

Seemed to sing the angel story

As the wind blows through the pines

Drifting alone

To the sound of spursen's jingling

Like silver bells are ringing

Christmas on the line

Silver spears are jingling

Christmas on the line