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.
CHORUS 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, it's 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.
Long ago, a baby was born in the night, And as He let out His very first cry, The sound was bringing hope alive. Stars were shining, angels singing; All heaven and earth was ringing: Love is here, this is the music of Christmas.