That ol' north wind
Howlin' high up in the timber
The only choir that I remember
When I was ridin' on the line

One lone star hangin' over the horizon
Like the one that led the wise man
As they followed heaven's sign

Snow capped peaks
Like the angels and their glory
Seem to sing the old time story
As the wind blows through the pines
Drifting along, the sound of spurs jingling
Like silver bells ringing
Christmas on the line

Snow capped peaks
Like the angels and their glory
Seem to sing the old time story
As the wind blows through the pines
I am drifting along to the sound of spurs jingling
Like silver bells ringing
Christmas on the line
My ol' jingle bells are ringing
Christmas on the line