He believed in the things   That he always thought he knew   And had done all the things   That he always wanted to do   Collecting   Each thing reflecting his worth   But now he pondered   How he had wandered this earth     For we all seem to give our lives away   Searching for things that we think we must own   Until on this evening   When the year is leaving   We all try to find our way home     He had time or at least then he   Always thought he did   And mistakes, well, he thought that time     Always would forgive   Each transgression   For his intention   Forgetting   Years he squandered   On things he now was regretting     For we all seem to give our lives away   Searching for things that we think we must own   Until on this evening   When the year is leaving   We all try to find our way home     For we all seem to give our lives away   Searching for things that we think we must own   But on this evening   When the year is leaving   I think I would be alright   If on this Christmas night   I could just find my way home     THERE IS SOMETHING ABOUT THIS NIGHT   THAT THE LORD HAS ARRANGED   THAT REACHES DEEP INTO OUR SOULS   AND CAUSES US TO WANT TO CHANGE     AND ANGELS KNOW THINGS ABOUT US   THAT NO ELSE CAN KNOW   AND THIS ANGEL'S HEART IT FORMED A PLAN   AND THEN CAUSED THE NIGHT TO SNOW