(Amy Grant, Gary Chapman, 1983)


Come on, weather man,

Give us a forecast snowy white

Can't you hear the prayers

Of every childlike heart tonight

Rockies are calling, Denver snow falling

Somebody said it's four feet deep

But it doesn't matter, give me the laughter

I'm gonna choose to keep.


Another tender Tennessee Christmas

The only Christmas for me

Where the love circles around us

Like the gifts around our tree

Well, I know there's more snow up in Colorado

Than my roof will ever see

But a tender Tennessee Christmas

Is the only Christmas for me.


Every now and then I get a wandering urge to see

Maybe California, maybe Tinsel Town's for me

There's a parade there, we'd have it made there

Bring home a tan for New Year's Eve

Sure sounds inviting, awfully exciting

Still I think I'm gonna keep.


Another tender Tennessee Christmas

The only Christmas for me

Where the love circles around us

Like the gifts around our tree

Well, they say in L.A. it's a warm holiday

It's the only place to be

But a tender Tennessee Christmas

Is the only Christmas for me.