The Child With the Star On His Head

Positive Christmas energy, desperately seeking Santa, Take 3

Once in a while, you may think you see better than the others

Scrambling around in the dark with your drum

There is a time when young men must grow up and be brothers

Are you afraid of growing too fast?

And the child with the star on his head

All of the world rests on his shoulders

And the mother with the child on her breast

Blessed is she among women

And the trust we put in things

In small ideas, in engineering

The world of sports and second best

In consequences we will not put to rest

Why crawl around in the snow

When you know I am right here

Waiting for you to expect something more?

For I am warm, I am calling you close to my table

Where I have made us a feast

For the year of troubles, they have gone

The winter brings a Christmas song

And the child with the star on his head

All of the world rests on his shoulders

And the mother with the child on her breast

Blessed is she among women

Does all the world know better than

When Christmas comes the troubles end

The troubles end, the troubles end

And by the time there’s nothing left

An empty tree, a winter vest

A winter vest, a winter vest

And all the trust we put in things

In dictionaries, in engineering

In calendars, and television

In father's friends, in consequences