people roaming about quietly without frown
I speak of Nazareth, quietest sleepy hollow
each person wandering around on the borrow
a sparkle one night sky at Bethlehem
I speak of Bethlehem a gift to them
I speak of a boy for Mary a joy
a son in gods favour, born as the saviour
speak of a boy, a ruthless child
calming the lost, alone and wild
Jesus saves if you choose to be
free from the pain and strong as a tree
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