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   And father’s friends, and consequences