Breaking the sky wide open

Christmasmorning coming down

Snowlay on the ground.

Shepherdsin the moonlight keeping their sheep

Somestand watch while the others get sleep

Circlethe flock, take another count

Leanon the crook, listen for a sound

Lookingout for the thief, the wolf and the lion

Someonesaid, “I hear a baby crying”

Thenthe night caught fire with a flash and a glare

Clearas the sun there were angels in the air

Angelsin the air breaking the sky wide open

Shiningin the air breaking the sky wide open

Hangingin the air breaking the sky wide open

Angels in the air breaking the skywide open

Christmasmorning coming ‘round

Strangersin the town

Outof the East they have come so far

Wiseof the moon, wise of the star

Wiseof the ancient dusty scroll

Wanderingthe desert like superstitious fools

Saidthe King “Pray tell me what You’re looking for”

“Whysir,” they said “The little King, of course

Thisfrankincense, this myrrh, this gold

For the babe of heaven: oldest ofthe old

There’sa star out there breaking the sky wide open

Maybeit’s a moon but it’s breaking the sky wide open

Hangingin the air breaking the sky wide open

There’s a star out there breakingthe sky wide open”

Christmasmorning, won’t be long now

Joseph,help our Lady down

Hotelmanager doin his best

Handsfull of trouble and a house full of guests,

“I”dlove to help. I would if I were able…

Butwait a miniute now, I got a stall in the stable”

Whenthey all settles in to the quiet of the night

Hewent out with some food and a little more light

Amoment later reappeared

Said to the wife as he wiped awaythe tears

“There’sa baby out there breaking the sky wide open

Alittle lamb out there breaking the sky wide open

Justa little piece if heaven breaking the sky wide open

There’s a baby out there breakingthe sky wide open”

Notlong from now

AndI can’t say how

Thenoonday will turn black

Theearth will shake

Mama’sheart will break

Andthe curtain will be bulled back

Theguard with the heart tired and hard

Willplant his knees in the dirt

Aquiverfrom the lip to the fingertip

He will point to the hill and blurtout

“There’sa Carpenter up there

AndHe’s breaking the sky wide open

Liftingup His hands breaking the sky wide open

Hangingin the air breaking the sky wide open

God’sa baby up there is breaking the sky wide open

Mary’sa baby up there is breaking the sky wide open

There’sa baby out there breaking the sky wide open

There’s a baby out there”