I’ve walked through the snow, I’m

Here at your door,

The chill of cold moves through

Me as I ring the bell.

See you through the window,

Sitting by a roaring fire,

Do you know that I’m here,

The bell does not move you.

So, with a tune in my thoughts

And the sound of my voice,

I sing to you within my heart,

For Christmas.

Come to your door, O’ angel

Of this night, see me,

Listen to the sound of harps

And chimes speaking, listen.

To you, I give this gift of a song,

O’ may it teach your heart,

Tears of joy trickle down that

Pretty face, as now the door

Opens.

I sing to you for Christmas about

The snow floating on down,

I sing to you about love everlasting

That can never be taken away.

Keith Garrett