Oh, come all ye faithful Joyful and triumphant Oh, come ye Oh, come ye to Bethlehem Come and behold Him Born the King of angels Oh, come let us adore
So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh Come peasant, king to own Him The King of kings salvation brings Let loving hearts enthrone Him Raise, raise a song
We three kings of Orient are Bearing gifts we traverse afar Field and fountain, moor and mountain Following yonder star Oh, star of wonder, star of light
love alive, is love alive, is love alive This is my winter song December never felt so wrong 'Cause you're not where you belong Inside my arms This is my winter song
