In the middle of a forest 

There's a clearing by a stream 

Where a mother holds her newborn 

And the child begins to dream 



And he dreams of hopes unspoken 

When the tears of man will cease 

And his mother holds him closer 

For he is the Prince of peace 



Let the bells ring out these tidings 

Let it echo across the land 

That a king is born in Bethlehem 

And his kingdom is at hand 



Let the world rejoice together 

As it looks upon the stars 

Knowing every man's our brother 

And that every child is ours 



Hark, the herald angels sing 

Glory to the newborn king 

Peace on earth and mercy mild 

God and sinners reconciled 

Glory all ye nations rise 

Join the triumph of the skies 



With the heavenly host proclaim 

Christ is born in Bethlehem 

Hark, the herald angels sing 

Glory to the newborn king 



In the middle of a forest 

There's a clearing by a stream 

Where a mother holds her newborn 

And the child begins to dream 



AS HE FLEW O'ER SARAJEVO 

THERE WERE SCARS UPON THE LAND 

THERE WERE SCARS UPON THE PEOPLE 

IT WAS HARD TO UNDERSTAND 



AND THE DEEPEST SCARS OF ALL 

WHICH TO HUMANS ARE UNSEEN 

BUT THE ANGEL COULD SEE CLEARLY 

WERE THE SCARS UPON THE DREAMS 



LIKE BELFAST AND BURUNDI 

RWANDA, PALESTINE 

THE ONLY DECORATIONS HERE 

HAD BEEN AWARDED FOR THEIR CRIMES 



AND IN THE GARDENS WHERE THE CHILDREN PLAYED 

NOW SOLDIERS ONLY TROD 

AND STRANGER STILL, HE HEARD SOME SAY 

THAT THEY WERE KILLING FOR THEIR GOD 



NOW THE ANGEL HEARD GOD SPEAK MANY TIMES 

AND HE HAD ALWAYS PAID ATTENTION 

BUT THIS KILLING OF ONES NEIGHBOR 

WAS SOMETHING THE LORD HAD NEVER MENTIONED 



BUT AS HE NEARED THE EARTH 

OF A RECENT BATTLEGROUND 

FROM AMONG THE RUINS 

HE ONCE MORE HEARD THE SOUND 



IT WAS A SINGLE CELLO PLAYING 

A FORGOTTEN CHRISTMAS SONG 

AND EVEN ON THAT BATTLEFIELD 

THE SONG SOMEHOW BELONGED 



AND AS HE FLEW AWAY 

THE ANGEL DID TAKE NOTE 

THAT WHERE HE FOUND MUSIC PLAYED 

ONE ALWAYS COULD FIND HOPE