be it tattered and torn
The cloak of the soldier
is weathered and worn
But what Child is this
that was poverty-born?
The peace of Christmas Day.
The branch that bears
the bright holly
The dove that rests
in yonder tree
The light that shines
for all to see
The peace of Christmas Day.
The hope that has slumbered
for two thousand years
A promise that silenced
a thousand fears
A faith that can hobble
an ocean of tears
The peace of Christmas Day.
The branch that bears
the bright holly
The dove that rests
in yonder tree
The light that shines
for all to see
The peace of Christmas Day
Add all the grief
that people may bear
Total the strife
and the trouble and care
Put them in columns
and leave them right there.
The peace of Christmas Day
The branch that bears
the bright holly
The dove that rests
in yonder tree
The light that shines
for all to see
The peace of Christmas Day.
The branch that bears
the bright holly
The dove that rests
in yonder tree
The light that shines
for all to see
The peace of Christmas Day.
The peace of Christmas Day.