For a spell or two no-one seems forlorn
This comes to pass when a child is born.
And all of this happens because the world is waiting Waiting for one
child, black, white,
yellow - no one knows But a child that will grow up and turn tears to
laughter Hate to love,
war to peace and everyone to everyone's neighbour And
misery and suffering will be words to be forgotten, forever.
It's all a dream, an illusion now It must come true sometime soon,
somehow All across the land dawns a brand new
morn' This comes to pass when a child is born.
This comes to pass when a child is born...
