An ordinary woman and an ordinary man
Made a hurried journey on the road to Bethlehem
The troubled word was waiting to be saved
By a baby on a throne of wood and hay
More than a birth in a manger
More than a star in a dark desert sky
He gave the poor and hungry
He lived to die so no one would be lost
Left heaven for the cradle and the cross
More than a birth in a manger
More than a star in a dark desert sky
More than a birth in a manger
More than a star in a dark desert sky