Hark! the herald angels sing
Glory to the newborn King
Peace on earth and mercy mild
God and sinners reconciled
Joyful all ye nations rise
Join the triumph of the skies
With angelic hosts proclaim
Christ is born in Bethlehem
Hark! the herald angels sing
Glory to the new born King
There's a man who stands in the cold wind tonight,
And he greets everyone passing by
With a smile and a ringing bell;
And the song that he's playing, is his own way of saying:
Love is here, it's the music of Christmas.
And there's a lady who sits all alone with her thoughts,
And the memories of all that she's lost,
When she hears a sound at her door,
And a song comes to find her, as a gentle reminder:
Love is here, it's the music of Christmas.
CHORUS
So listen, listen with your heart
And you will hear a song in the laughter of a child.
Oh won't you listen for the sound of hope,
And you will hear the music of Christmas,
For the music of Christmas is love;
Oh, its love.
So light the fire, tell the family to gather around,
And the walls will echo the sound
Of memories that are and will be;
And their voices, like a chorus, will sing it so sweetly for us;
Love is here, it's the music of Christmas.
(chorus)
Long ago, a baby was born in the night,
And as He let out His very first cry,
The sound was bringing hope alive.
Stars were shining, angels singing;
All heaven and earth was ringing:
Love is here, this is the music of Christmas.
