The garment of life
Be it tattered or torn
The cloak of the soldier
Is weathered and worn
But what child is this
That was poverty born
The peace of Christmas day
The branch that bears the bright holly
The dove that rests in yonder tree
The light that shines for all to see
The peace of Christmas day
The hope that has slumbered for 2000 years
A promise that has silenced a thousand fears
A faith that can pommel an ocean of fears
The peace of Christmas day
The branch that bears the bright holly
The dove that rests in yonder tree
The light that shines for all to see
The peace of Christmas day
Add all the grief that people may bear
Total the strife and trouble and care
Put them in columns and leave them right there
The peace of Christmas day
The branch that bears the bright holly
The dove that rests in yonder tree
The light that shines for all to see
The peace of Christmas day
The branch the bears the bright holly
The dove that rests in yonder tree
The light that shines for all to see
The peace of Christmas day
