| The night was black and velvet, |
| the stars were all around |
| A stranger landed lightly |
| on the frosty ground |
| His eyes were wide with wonder, |
| filled with stars and space |
| He’d searched the heavens over |
| till he’d found this place |
| A sweet and snowy carol |
| echoed in his ears |
| A song so feint and distant, |
| so strong it drew him here |
| Here is Christmas, come inside |
| Here is Christmas, far and wide |
| A thousand candles |
| burning bright |
| Here is Christmas |
| shining in our eyes |
| He wandered through the city, |
| lost in the shopping crowds |
| People rushing, people pushing, |
| he watched without a sound |
| the cash machines were singing |
| about the biggest year |
| But above this strange confusion, |
| the carol still rang clear |
| Then he saw a raggedy man |
| with an ancient mandolin |
| And he knew he’d found the answer |
| when the song began again |
| Here is Christmas, come inside |
| Here is Christmas, far and wide |
| A thousand candles burning bright |
| Here is Christmas shining in our eyes Here is Christmas, come inside |
| Here is Christmas, far and wide |
| A million candles burning bright |
| Here is Christmas shining in our eyes |