Story Behind The Song

Mother passed away unexpected in Febrary of 2007. She never got a chance to here the female version of this one. I believe she can hear it now. In Honor of Bettie Pauline Jackson Powell.

Song Description

I arranged for this cut with a Dolly like demo singer in the fall of 2006.

Lyrics

Mothers Christmas Angel 2003 Phillip Powell

The fire on the hearth lights the pictures on the wall,
Grandma comes knocking on the door
Mother is in final preparation for a holy Christmas night

And brings out her Christmas angel, with eyes morning stars
She kisses my head so gently, and this is what she said

This angel is just for Christmas and the love that we all have.
It's all about the laughter and the holiness we all share

Then it is Christmas in the moonlight, in the mountains of Tennessee
As the snow falls on the hillside, Mother hangs the angel on the tree

30 years down the road my children are almost grown
Momma Comes Knocking on the door
It seems like Christmas comes faster with each passing year

We hear neighbors playing Music, I can hear Lester's fiddle cry
Some old mountain magic melody about the birth of holy times

And it is Christmas in the moonlight, in the mountains of Tennessee
As the snow falls on the hillside as mother hangs the angel on the tree

Soon I will be grandma, with that angel in my hand
And I'll come knocking on the door
I'll sit in quiet desperation for a holy Christmas night

We hear the Heaven playing music, I'll hear Lester's fiddle cry
Some old mountain magic melody, with about the birth of holy times

It's Christmas in the moonlight in the mountains of Tennessee
As the snow falls on the hillside, as I hang that angel on the tree
It's Christmas in the moonlight in the mountains of Tennessee