It was in the year of eighty-eight in the lovely month of June. When the gadflies were swarmin', dogs howlin' at the moon. With rosary beads and sandwiches for Stuttgart we began.
Chorus 1. How could it be this baby in my arms. Sleeping now, so peacefully. The Son of God, the angel said. How could it be. Lord I know He's not my own.
A fire, a light, a shining star. A sign to those who'd journey far. A token from the the King of Heaven. A spark as to the Light of the World. . A beacon burning in the night.