What Child Is This?

What child is this

Who laid to rest

That I now find here sleeping?

Do angels keep the dreams we seek

While our hearts lie bleeding?

And could this be Christ the King

Whose every breath the angels bring?

Could this be the face of God

This child, the son I once carried?

What child is this

Who is so blessed?

He changes all tomorrows

Replacing tears with reborn years

In hearts once dark and hollow

And could this be Christ the King

Whose every breath the angels bring?

Could this be the face of God

This child, the son I once carried?

In the dead of the night

As his life slips away

As he reads by the light

Of a star faraway

Holding on

Holding off

Holding out

Holding in

Could you be this old

And have your life just begin?

(Reading by the light of a lost Christmas Day)

It begins

(Reading by the light of a lost Christmas Day)

Tell me how many times can this story be told?

After all of these years it should all sound so old

But it somehow rings true in the back of my mind

As I search for a dream that words can no longer define

(Reading by the light of a lost Christmas Day)

And the time

(Reading by the light of a lost Christmas Day)

And the time and the years

And the tears and the cost

And the hopes and the dreams

Of each child that is lost

And the whisper of wings

In the cold winter's air

As the snow it drifts down

And visions appear everywhere

(Reading by the light of a lost Christmas Day)

In the air

(Reading by the light of a lost Christmas Day)

In the dead of the night

As his life slips away

As he reads by the light

Of a star faraway

Holding on

Holding off

Holding out

Holding in

Could you be this old

And have your life just begin?

(Reading by the light of a lost Christmas Day)

It begins

(Reading by the light of a lost Christmas Day)

It begins

(Reading by the light of a lost Christmas Day)

It begins

(Reading by the light of a lost Christmas Day)

It begins

(Reading by the light of a lost Christmas Day)

It begins

(Reading by the light of a lost Christmas Day)

It begins

(Reading by the light of a lost Christmas Day)

It begins

(Reading by the light of a lost Christmas Day)

It begins