Christmas on the Delta (V4)

rough old raw male voice, gritty somber delta blues, acoustic guitar hammer picking, piano, harmonica

(Verse 1)  
I remember that old wooden porch,  
With Grandma's pies, still warm, of course.  
The sweet smell of cinnamon in the air,  
As we gathered 'round, love everywhere.

(Chorus)  
Oh, Christmas on the Delta, where the river flows,  
With a heart full of memories, that’s where love grows.  
From the stories of old to the laughter we share,  
Christmas on the Delta, it’s a love-comfort prayer.

(Verse 2)  
Every year by the fire, we’d sing those old songs,  
The sound of our voices, where each of us belongs.  
We’d sip hot cocoa, marshmallows afloat,  
And Dad would tell tales of the time on that boat.

(Verse 3)  
The stars shining bright over cypress trees,  
Frogs croaking softly, a southern breeze.  
We’d hang those lights from the old oak tree,  
And I’d wish that this moment would last eternally.

(Bridge)  
But time rolls like the current, and seasons will change,  
Yet I hold onto moments that feel just the same.  
In the heart of the Delta, I’ll always find home,  
Through the whispers of memories, I'm never alone.

(Outro)  
So here’s to those moments, forever they’ll stay,  
Christmas on the Delta, in my heart every day.  
With Grandma’s sweet laughter and love all around,  
It’s a piece of my soul, where my roots are found.

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(Verse 1) I remember that old wooden porch, With Grandma's pies, still warm, of course. The sweet smell of cinnamon in the air, As we gathered 'round, love everywhere. (Chorus) Oh, Christmas on the Delta, where the river flows, With a heart full of memories, that’s where love grows. From the stories of old to the laughter we share, Christmas on the Delta, it’s a love-comfort prayer. (Verse 2) Every year by the fire, we’d sing those old songs, The sound of our voices, where each of us belongs. We’d sip hot cocoa, marshmallows afloat, And Dad would tell tales of the time on that boat. (Chorus) Oh, Christmas on the Delta, where the river flows, With a heart full of memories, that’s where love grows. From the stories of old to the laughter we share, Christmas on the Delta, it’s a love-comfort prayer. (Verse 3) The stars shining bright over cypress trees, Frogs croaking softly, a southern breeze. We’d hang those lights from the old oak tree, And I’d wish that this moment would last eternally. (Chorus) Oh, Christmas on the Delta, where the river flows, With a heart full of memories, that’s where love grows. From the stories of old to the laughter we share, Christmas on the Delta, it’s a love-comfort prayer. (Bridge) But time rolls like the current, and seasons will change, Yet I hold onto moments that feel just the same. In the heart of the Delta, I’ll always find home, Through the whispers of memories, I'm never alone. (Chorus) Oh, Christmas on the Delta, where the river flows, With a heart full of memories, that’s where love grows. From the stories of old to the laughter we share, Christmas on the Delta, it’s a love-comfort prayer. (Outro) So here’s to those moments, forever they’ll stay, Christmas on the Delta, in my heart every day. With Grandma’s sweet laughter and love all around, It’s a piece of my soul, where my roots are found.

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