The sun comes up on Christmas morning
And all our fears just melt like west coast snow
The sun comes up on Christmas morning
We can reap the light of Jesus that we sow
Was a child born in solemn moonlight?
And attended by three magi wise and true?
Did little lambs console a crying babe that night?
Extraordinary things that happened so long ago...
The sun comes up on Christmas morning
And enmity and anger fade from view
The sun goes down on Christmas evening
And so our dreams for one day do come true
Visions of the world in quiet comfort
The love of man that fables can imbue
Forgotten is the question of the truth or lie
Of extraordinary things that happened so long ago...