Listen
Listen
The world is asleep

Listen
Listen
There isn't a peep
From beyond your window
Frosty and cold

Listen
Listen
The crackling of the fire
Listen
Listen
A sweet to distant choir singing
Holy, Holy, He has come
The babe makes it Christmas
But you make this home

I see lovers at night
in the streets by the light
of the star you wish upon
and though we haven't got all the frills
there's a lot to be grateful for
here in your arms

Listen
Listen
The birds in the air
Listen
How they haven't care

For they know the magic
which keeps them afloat
if they're not forgotten,
you won't be forgotten
it's Christmas
‘cause you make this home