A ray of hope flickers in the sky. A tiny star lights up way up high. All across the land, dawns a brand new morn. This comes to pass when a child is born.
A silent wish sails the seven seas. The winds of change whisper in the trees. And the walls of doubt crumble, tossed and torn. This comes to pass when a child is born.
A rosy hue settles all around. You’ve got the feel you’re on solid ground. For a spell or two, no one seems forlorn. This comes to pass when a child is born.
It’s all a dream, an illusion now. It must come true, sometime soon somehow. All across the land, dawns a brand new morn. This comes to pass when a child is born.