When I was just a little kid peeking around the corner
Mom and Dad would pull in the Christmas Tree, decorate it before morning
And I'd look for Santa in the Christmas Eve sky or the Angel, did I see her
With the King of Kings and the Ghost of Christmas past, a True Believer
And I kept believing till one year came, I saw no reason for the season
The outstretched hand of my humanity, couldn't find the hope or the meaning
I think I sipped a little more than a cup
Sang the songs to keep me breathing
With the King of Kings and the Ghost of Christmas past, and True Believers
I can't help choking up at the face of wonder
Giving away more than I am earning
It's a Christmas folly, it's a passion play
The life in my soul returning
And I still look up at the Christmas sky for the Angel, do I see her
With the King of Kings and the Ghost of Christmas past, and True Believers
