We Dim The Light.


We Stoke The Fire.


We Breathe The Evergreen.


Young Ones Wait


While The Old Ones Make Up


Tales Of How It Used To Be.


China Dolls,


Candy Corn,


Painted Wooden Toys,


Treasures Found


To The Wondrous Sound


Of Carolling The Savior


Born To Us On Christmas Morn.


Emmanuel, God With Us,


Emmanuel!


Emmanuel, God With Us,


The Son Of Israel.


And Still He Calls


Through The Night,


Beyond The Days Of Old.


A Voice Of Peace


To The Weary Ones,


Who Struggle With The Human Soul.


All Of Us,


Travellers,


Through A Given Time.


Who Can Know


What Tomorrow Holds?


But Over The Horizon,


Surely You And I Will Find.


Emmanuel, God With Us,


Emmanuel!


Emmanuel, God With Us,


The Son Of Israel.


And The Years They Come,


And The Years They Go,


Though We May Forget Somehow


That The Child Once Born In Bethlehem


Is Still Among Us Now.


(emmanuel....)


(emmanuel, God With Us.


The Son Of Israel.)


Emmanuel, God With Us, (emmanuel.)


Emmanuel! (emmanuel.)


Emmanuel, God With Us, (emmanuel.)


The Son Of Israel. (israel.)


The Son Of Israel.


The Son Of Is...israel. (son Of Israel.)