Would you listen, would you listen. There's a baby crying down in Bethlehem. Would you listen, would you listen. To the voice of hope that's ringing through the land.
He was the kind of man that good men talk about. The way he showed his faith was how he lived it out. His hands were rough and calloused and his shoes were old and torn.
She walked to the mailbox. On that bright summers day. Found a letter from her son. In a war, far away. . He spoke of the weather. And good friends that he'd made.