When the shepherds and the kings and the angels
Had all gone their separate ways
The weary mother at last lay down to rest
And there was just one left giving praise
There was just one left giving praise
He touched one tine hand with his finger
He'd never held a baby so new
He whispered,"Oh how I've prayed for the strength to follow, how am I to begin guiding you?
How am I to begin guiding you?"
You've got a castle in the sky, the Earth quakes at your command
But who am I to second guess? You must have known I am a plain and simple man
You must have known that I might never understand
But I'm yours and I will do the best I can