Hey, those herald angels are singing again. Listen - Listener, Dan Smith, Dust

Well, those angels they’re singing again

oh ye of little faith you can’t see it

they’re on the clouds, peace on earth good will to men

they sing it from the heart and they mean it

and I can’t quite prove that it’s real

and it’s more than just something that I feel

Glory to the newborn king

as they sing, oh just let them sing

and I’ll go along with it because of who they are

so ominous they’ve come from so very far

I don’t have the answers but I believe it

It sounds kind of crazy but I need it

we all do, it was planned before time began

for a woman and a man to be dealt this hand

and a baby would come to be a man

and be born that day in Bethlehem

and there was no room anywhere for the birth

in a stables he was born the king of all the earth

so humbly they weep the story for us all

to tell of all his glory the angels one and all

singing

Well, those angels they’re singing again

oh ye of little faith you can’t see it

they’re on the clouds, peace on earth good will to all men

they sing it from the heart and they mean it

he is the perfect reason why we celebrate

we pervert it make it ours try and dominate

why do we feel the need to water down

what he came to do, bear the cross, wear the crown

just calm down, calm down and breathe

and let this cold breeze break you down to your knees

as the angels tell it he came for anyone

he loves everyone, take the cross, choose his son

he was born, lived, and died, and reigns for you and I

it’s the hardest thing for me sometimes to live by

but I try and I fail, I’m a sinner and a fake

but trust me when I say this path I gladly take

and I can’t really say it like I feel it

but when those angels sing it In my heart I believe it

Glory to the newborn king, can you hear it.

oh just listen

Well, those angels they’re singing again

oh ye of little faith you can’t see it

they’re on the clouds, peace on earth good will to all men

they sing it from the heart and they mean it

and he’s sleeping now he has no pillow for his head

wrapped in rags instead, only hay for his bed

he was homeless when he came to this earth

humbly as a child he was born with much worth

and the angels scream it for the crowds

they climbed high in the clouds and sung it so loud

their king was born & they gathered through the night

while the stars shone bright to guide their flight

and they sing, they sing it so loud, they sing it so proud

can you hear it right now.

oh listen