There's a time of the year each December
When a year's worth of labor is done
When we put up a tree or maybe fall on our knees

And remember the carpenter's son

Let me tell you a tale from a time long ago

With the world full of sadness and war
When a carpenter's son who was born in a barn
Shook the world to it's core


As the young man matured all the villagers heard
Of the wondrous things he had done

He's a Savior, they cried, but the young man replied
I am only the carpenter's son


He was born in a land that knew war at first hand
Some say that he came to make peace
But I believe that his voice was to give people choice

In hope that all killing might cease

It's not just bullets and blades that take men's lives away

It's this concept of 'winning a war'
In a war they're no winners - just a new crop of sinners
Who forget what the fighting was for


Was he all that they said, did he rise from the dead
Did his touch make the crippled boy run

Was he God's mighty hand, or the spirit of man
Or merely the carpenter's son


Well, you may not believe in a Savior that breathed
Or the bible, each chapter and verse
If he's real or he's fiction I want to be like him

I'm sure I could do a lot worse

So this year when you celebrate Christmas

Think about all the good that he's done
Hang a star on the tree or just fall to your knees
and give thanks for the Carpenter's Son


Hang a star on the tree or just fall to your knees
And give thanks for the carpenter's son