A New Born Baby

By : Arnold Mühren / Marnec

There were always snowflakes falling down.
Slowly whirling lazily landing on the ground.
On our way to church on christmas night.
That's about how things are printed in my mind.
When I was young snowflakes were whiter.
On those Christmas nights , those Christmas nights.

  Safely gliding cross the snow at daddy's hand.
In a white world, asking million things like small boys can.
From the churchbelltower trumpets used to play.
The well known old tunes,Through the cold finding their way.
When I was young old tunes were younger.
On those Christmas nights, those Christmas nights

  A new born baby he was my brother.
and in another way my Lord.
The virgin lady, she was my mother.
Cause only small boys can afford to be so close to God.

  We went early to make sure a view.
On the stable aiming for the first or second view.
Joseph always seemed to wink his eye,
Just for me alone. and daddy told me not to lie.
When I was young statues were living.
On those Christmas nights those Christmas nights.

  A new born baby he was my brother,
and another way my Lord.
The virgin lady she was my mother.
Cause only small boys can afford to be so close to God