"Oh" Christmas is coming and I'm all...
With no one to snuggle at night...

Lord, have mercy on my soul
For all the wrong I've done...

Three hundred years after Christ's birth
Just south of Rome on fertile land...

In the tiny town of Bethlehem,
Born in a stable, an infant lie...

War I hate, though not men, flags nor race,
But war itself with its ugly face...

You 're the full moon of my nights
And the sunshine of my day...

An angry man opens his mouth
And shuts his mind to reason...

I remember that fair in September
As we waited for a Ferris wheel ride...

As cold autumn winds strip the trees,
Melancholy days have arrived...

A mind may see a thousand eyes
Though the heart yearns for two...

Determined though scared, I walk my beat,
On the deadly streets of Baghdad...

So perfect is nature, though not by man;
It's the brush of our master that paints the land...