He was a loving father
Gentle master of his home
But all alone against their love for God
No Savior of his own
Unmoved and softly cynical
Of those he thought na?ve
God come to earth?
A virgin birth?
No, how could anybody believe?
His Christmas evening solitaire
Beside the fire's glow
Out of the window tiny sparrows
In the spell of a chilling snow
And moved with deep compassion
With a redeeming plan, he rose
And tried in vain to gather them
To a shelter from the killing winter cold
Oh, but simple creatures seldom
Comprehend the ways of man
And sometimes love expressed
Is met with doubt and fear, uh-huh
He thought, "If I could only fly among you
I know I could make you understand
Just for one moment walk beside you
I know it would all be clear
It would all be clear"
And even before the thought had left his mind
Christmas bells from far away
Reminded him of simple truth
He'd denied until that very day
How Jesus born the Savior
Walked this earth with mortal man, uh-huh
Another soul brought safely home
And Christmas would never be the same again
It would never be the same again
It would never be the same, oh, no
Never be the same
It would never be the same