It’s the time of year for street-corner Santas,

Mistletoe and good cheer;

Guess I’ll spend it with some friends in Indiana;

But I just can’t find that holiday spirit

‘Cause my heart longs to be

Goin’ home for CHRISTMAS IN MONTANA.

  

In the backwoods of the Bitterroot Valley

Is the place I call home;

Where the holidays are pure Americana;

They have Douglas Firs for Christmas trees

And the stars are all real;

Goin’ home for CHRISTMAS IN MONTANA.

 

In Hamilton, the snow is driftin’.

Glistenin’ in the sun;

Dressin’ up the town for Christmas day;

The welcome smell

Of tamarac burnin’

And folks returnin’ home;

Bringin’ Christmas joy from miles away!

 

Now we’re deep into the heart of December,

That day of wonder drawin' near;

There’s just one thing on

My Christmas list for Santa;

To be headin’ back to the

Bitterroot valley, to the place I call home--

Goin’ home for CHRISTMAS IN MONTANA (repeat)