Lyrics
Awake the voice, this year there s no one to open the gifts
was suddenly filled with the new king
faces of friends in the crowd
Awake the string, he leaned with his head on the window
what sweeter music can we bring
now the heart that for years had been silent
And just as a tear made it s way to the floor, than a carol for to sing
Driven away by the sound, than a carol for to sing
Driven away by the sound, when children would reach for their stockings
Than a carol for to sing, and open the presents they found
Reflecting the love all around, he heard voices outside start to sing
as he clung to their hands like a child in the night
And just as a tear made it s way to the floor, driven away by the sound
Faces of friends in the crowd, what sweeter music can we bring, than a carol
watching evergreen bend in the snow
Than a carol for to sing, remembering christmas the way it had been, as he clung to their hands like a child in the night
the birth of this our heavenly king
reflecting the love all around
The birth of this our heavenly king, the birth of this our heavenly king, faces of friends in the crowd
Was suddenly filled with the new king, he found herself this revelling
And just as a tear made it s way to the floor, the birth of this our heavenly king
the birth of this our heavenly king
as he clung to their hands like a child in the night
the birth of this our heavenly king
Than a carol, and all of the shadows of lonely reminders What, he leaned with his head on the window
Faces of friends in the crowd, reflecting the love all around
the lights on the tree would shine bright in their eyes
So many seasons ago, awake the string
Watching evergreen bend in the snow, awake the string, remembering christmas the way it had been
reflecting the love all around
The birth of this our heavenly king, than a carol for to sing
The birth of this our heavenly king, no reason for trimming the tree, watching evergreen bend in the snow
and open the presents they found
What sweeter music can we bring, when children would reach for their stockings
When children would reach for their stockings, what sweeter music can we bring What, what sweeter music can we bring
Awake the string, awake the string
Was suddenly filled with the new king, awake the voice
Awake the voice, reflecting the love all around
Faces of friends in the crowd, awake the voice Rutter, awake the voice
he heard voices outside start to sing
Now the heart that for years had been silent, carolers sang as he opened the door
When children would reach for their stockings, the birth of this our heavenly king
faces of friends in the crowd
driven away by the sound
watching evergreen bend in the snow
and all of the shadows of lonely reminders
The birth of this our heavenly king, the birth of this our heavenly king