It was a cold. And dark December night. But a star. Still lit the sky. Away in a manger. You heard a baby cry. It was the cry. Of the Son of God. A little baby boy.
(Jay Gruska / Robbie Buchanan). . Here we are again. Off and on again. Every year just slips away. We keep meeting here. No-one else is near. Still, there's always more to say.
Se que no me extraaras, como yo te extrao a ti. No s con quien andars, y si al fin eres feliz. Solo Dios sabr, quien conquistara tu corazn. Me duele saber que no eh sido yo.