Go out, go out I beg of you And taste the beauty of the wild. Behold the miracle of the earth With all the wonder of a child.
Not for the mighty world. O Lord, tonight, Nations and kingdoms in their fearful might--Let me be glad the kettle gently sings, Let me be grateful for little things.
There'll always be Christmas as long as a light Glows in the window to guide folks at night, As long as a star in the heavens above, Keeps shining down... there'll be Christmas and love.
