HEAVEN

I can almost touch the stars
Filling up the night
On their way around the world
They stop their flight

I can see the brightest star
Dazzling in the west
Three wise men follow
With no time for rest

And heaven can't be far
From where we lie
Heaven can't be far
From where we lie

Follow, follow, pilgrims follow
To see the carpenters' child
Born the king of angels
He is meek and mild

Son of Joseph, Son of Mary
Son of love, He is born
Son of all believers
On this Christmas morn

And heaven can't be far
From where we lie
Heaven can't be far
From where we lie