Written by Alex Sinclair
verse 1 G Oh the snow falls soft round the old cabin door, C G The baby lies sleeping so still; C G Em And she imagines she hears the faint ring of an axe A D ?Way back in the Pontiac hills. G Well, the days grind by just like a log in a jam, C G In the window the candle burns low; C G Em It?s been weeks since he left to head north to the camps- G D G There?ll be months before spring brings him home.verse 2 G Well, the wood?s gettin? low by the fire tonight C G And she?ll up before dawn to cut more C G Em But it seems only right to let it burn bright A D ?cause it?s Christmas and her heart?s feelin? sore. G Well, it isn?t the work that she minds when he?s gone C G And the neighbours help out when they can, C G Em It?s the time slipping by from life that?s too young G D G To be living this far from her man.Chorus C G And in the shanty they?re dancin? on a hard-packed dirt floor C D While the fiddler scrapes out them old tunes one time more; C G Em And he?s wond-rin? why he?s there far from fam?ly and friends G D C In a logging camp Christmas again. G D And wasn?t it this time last year that he swore C G D That he wouldn?t spend Christmas in the log camps no more? G C G But there?s too little choice when the livin?s this poor; D G It?s the only way a man can survive.Instrument Break C G C D C G Em G D CChorus C G In the shanty they?re dancin? on a hard-packed dirt floor C D While the fiddler scrapes out them old tunes one time more; C G Em And he?s wond-rin? why he?s there far from fam?ly and friends G D C In a logging camp Christmas again. G D And wasn?t it this time last year that he swore C G D That he wouldn?t spend Christmas in the log camps no more? G C G But there?s too little choice when the livin?s this poor; D G It?s the only way a man can survive.Outro G Oh the snow falls soft round the old cabin door, C G The baby lies sleeping so still; C G Em And she imagines she hears the faint ring of an axe A D ?Way back in the Pontiac hills.Chorus C G In the shanty they?re dancin? on a hard-packed dirt floor C D While the fiddler scrapes out them old tunes one time more; C G Em And he?s wond-rin? why he?s there far from fam?ly and friends G D C In a logging camp Christmas again. G D And wasn?t it this time last year that he swore C G D That he wouldn?t spend Christmas in the log camps no more? G C G But there?s too little choice when the livin?s this poor; D G It?s the only way a man can survive.