The Music of Christmas Steven Curtis Chapman

There's a man who stands in the cold wind tonight
And he greets everyone passing by
With a smile and a ringing bell;
And the song that he's playing, is his own way of saying:
Love is here, it's the music of Christmas

And there's a lady who sits all alone with her thoughts
And the memories of all that she's lost
When she hears a sound at her door
And a song comes to find her, as a gentle reminder:
Love is here, it's the music of Christmas

So listen, listen with your heart
And you will hear a song in the laughter of a child
Oh won't you listen for the sound of hope
And you will hear the music of Christmas
For the music of Christmas is love;
Oh, its love

So light the fire, tell the family to gather around
And the walls will echo the sound
Of memories that are and will be;
And their voices, like a chorus, will sing it so sweetly for us;
Love is here, it's the music of Christmas

So listen, listen with your heart
And you will hear a song in the laughter of a child
Oh won't you listen for the sound of hope
And you will hear the music of Christmas
For the music of Christmas is love;
Oh, its love