John Denver

The garment of life, be it tattered and torn
the cloak of the soldier is withered and worn
But what child is this that was poverty-born, the peace of Christmas Day
The branch that bears the bright holly, the dove that rests in yonder tree
The light that shines for all to see, the peace of Christmas Day
The hope that has slumbered for 2000 years
the promise that silenced 1000 fears
A faith that can hobble an ocean of tears, the peace of Christmas Day
The branch that bears the bright holly, the dove that rests in yonder tree
The light that shines for all to see, the peace of Christmas Day
Add all the grief that people may bear, total the strife
the troubles and care
Put them in columns and leave them right there
the peace of Christmas Day
The branch that bears the bright holly, the dove that rests in yonder tree
The light that shines for all to see, the peace of Christmas Day
The branch that bears the bright holly, the dove that rests in yonder tree
The light that shines for all to see, the peace of Christmas Day