What sweeter music can we bring
Than a carol, for to sing
The birth of this our heavenly King?

Awake the voice! Awake the string!

When children would reach for their stockings

And open the presents they found
The lights on the tree would shine bright in their eyes
Reflecting the love all around


He leaned with him head on the window
Watching evergreen bend in the snow

Remembering Christmas the way it had been
So many seasons ago


This year there's no one to open the gifts
No reason for trimming the tree
And just as a tear made it's way to the floor

He heard voices outside start to sing

What sweeter music can we bring,

Than a carol for to sing
The birth of this our heavenly King?
The birth of this our heavenly King?


Carollers sang as he opened the door
Faces of friends in the crowd

And all of the shadows of lonely reminders
Driven away by the sound


Now the heart that for years had been silent
Was suddenly filled with the new King
As he clung to their hands like a child in the night

He found himself sing of this revelling

What sweeter music can we bring,

Than a carol for to sing
The birth of this our heavenly King?
The birth of this our heavenly King?