G C G
The sun has long
gone down and nestled in its bed
C G
but in the
morning will be here again
C Am
to wrap its rays
around the Savior’s head.
G C G
When that day
repeats—when it’s Christmastime again
C G
the Savior’s face
puts forth the flames
C Am
that illuminate
Jerusalem.
G C G
Sinners come
inside. Nations bring your gifts.
C G
Follow Old Saint
Nick and the three wise men:
C Am
they’ll show you
what contrition is.
G C G
As the mistletoe
hangs low, you stand waiting for a kiss.
C G
Remember heaven
will come down like this,
C Am G
and every day will
feel like Christmas day.
