Worship the King
O come to the place Where the holy Child is laid O come let us see the newborn King For
1983
Heirlooms
Up in the attic, Down on my knees. Lifetimes of boxes, Timeless to me. Letters and photographs, Yellowed with years,
Someday
Someday, when this night is over And the star has faded And the angels fly I will look at You
2000 Miles
He’s gone two thousand miles It’s very far The snow is falling down Gets colder day by day I miss