He believed in the things 

That he always thought he knew 

And had done all the things 

That he always wanted to do 

Collecting 

Each thing reflecting his worth 

But now he pondered 

How he had wandered this earth 



For we all seem to give our lives away 

Searching for things that we think we must own 

Until on this evening 

When the year is leaving 

We all try to find our way home 



He had time or at least then he 

Always thought he did 

And mistakes, well, he thought that time 



Always would forgive 

Each transgression 

For his intention 

Forgetting 

Years he squandered 

On things he now was regretting 



For we all seem to give our lives away 

Searching for things that we think we must own 

Until on this evening 

When the year is leaving 

We all try to find our way home 



For we all seem to give our lives away 

Searching for things that we think we must own 

But on this evening 

When the year is leaving 

I think I would be alright 

If on this Christmas night 

I could just find my way home 



THERE IS SOMETHING ABOUT THIS NIGHT 

THAT THE LORD HAS ARRANGED 

THAT REACHES DEEP INTO OUR SOULS 

AND CAUSES US TO WANT TO CHANGE 



AND ANGELS KNOW THINGS ABOUT US 

THAT NO ELSE CAN KNOW 

AND THIS ANGEL'S HEART IT FORMED A PLAN 

AND THEN CAUSED THE NIGHT TO SNOW