A child was born on Christmas morn, Beneath the winter sky, No golden throne, no crown was worn, Yet angels lingered nigh. The shepherds came with hearts of flame, Their songs of joy did ring— For though He lay in manger low, They knew Him for a King. Sing, sing, sing, let every bell ring, For heaven and earth are turning! The Child is the King, the King is the Child, And love is the gift we’re learning! A fire burns bright in every home, Its warmth a blessed sign, That love still reigns where children roam, And faith and hearts align. For though the snow may hide the hill, And shadows veil the year— The Child within the manger still Is born in hearts sincere. Sing, sing, sing, let every bell ring, For heaven and earth are turning! The Child is the King, the King is the Child, And love is the gift we’re learning! “So hold your loved ones close tonight, Let laughter fill the hall— For the heart that gives, and loves, and lights, Still hears the angel’s call.” Sing, sing, sing, let every bell ring, For heaven and earth are turning! The Child is the King, the King is the Child, And joy is the gift returning!
