Full moon
Shines upon the trackless snow
Wood smoke
Rises from the farms below
A universe of wonder
Where no one makes a sound
And peaceful children slumber
As Christmas comes around

Bright stars
Singing in the heavens deep
Answers
To the ancient prayers for peace:
"We must not yield to anger"
"We must lay our weapons down"
"And feed our hungry neighbours"
As Christmas comes around

A gift that truly has no price
Is ours to give the worl tonight
If what we truly seek is peace
We must reach out to those in need

Church bells
Echo through the night so still
Christmas is coming to the silent hills
But out there in the darkness
The sky is falling down
And frightened children cry out
As Christmas comes around

A gift that truly has no price
Is ours to give the world tonight
If what we truly seek is peace
We must reach out to those in need