Heaven
I can almost touch the starsFilling up the nightOn their way around the worldThey stop their flight
I can see the brightest starDazzling in the westThree wise men followWith no time for rest
And heaven can't be farFrom where we lieHeaven can't be farFrom where we lie
Follow, followPilgrims followTo see the carpenters' childBorn the king of angelsHe is meek and mildSon of JosephSon of MarySon of loveHe is bornSon of all believersOn this Christmas morn
And heaven can't be farFrom where we lieHeaven can't be farFrom where we lie