| Lyrics: | (Beers)
The garment of life, be it tattered and torn,
the cloak of the soldier is withered
and worn.
But what child is this that was poverty-born, the peace of Christmas Day.
The
branch that bears the bright holly, the dove that rests in yonder tree.
The light that shines
for all to see, the peace of Christmas Day.
The hope that has slumbered for 2000
years,
the promise that silenced 1000 fears.
A faith that can hobble an ocean of tears, the
peace of Christmas Day.
The branch that bears the bright holly, the dove that rests in
yonder tree.
The light that shines for all to see, the peace of Christmas Day.
Add all
the grief that people may bear, total the strife, the troubles and care.
Put them in columns and
leave them right there, the peace of Christmas Day.
The branch that bears the bright holly,
the dove that rests in yonder tree.
The light that shines for all to see, the peace of Christmas
Day.
The branch that bears the bright holly, the dove that rests in yonder tree.
The light
that shines for all to see, the peace of Christmas Day. |
