Everyone, everyone, to their home land
First the taxes, now a census
From the Roman hands
Everyone, everyone, to their home land
To be registered, we journey
From all over the land
To Bethlehem we journey
To Bethlehem we journey
An angel appeared to me
Said that God had chosen me
That I would birth the Son of God
And mother him
For nine months I carried him
We journeyed to Bethlehem
The time came to give birth to him
There was no room in the inn
Everyone, everyone, to their home land
First the taxes, now a census
From the Roman hands
Everyone, everyone, to their home land
To be registered, we journey
From all over the land
I would be the Father
Of the Most High God
Chosen to teach him to become a man
In my arms my little one so tender
Yet knowing one day he would rule
At the Father's right hand
To Bethlehem we journey
To Bethlehem we journey
Unnoticed, just like a snake in a garden
I lead them, with just a hiss and a whisper
I told them that they must slaughter this baby
Or he'd grow to conquer me
This baby
Howling infant, future king
I must kill him, He plagues me
I am tormented because of him
This baby, how hard can it be to slaughter him
This baby, in my dreams every night
I feel as though I am possessed
Oh the torment you've brought me
This little baby
I must kill him, I must kill him
I must kill him, this baby
Glory to God
Christ is born
Glory to God
He's the Lord
Glory to God
Born a baby in a manger
Christ is born
In the City of Bethlehem
Glory to God
In the Highest
Good will toward men
He's the Lord
He's the Lord
Emmanuel, God with us
Yahweh, God's own Son
He's helplessly lying there
Unable to do anything
Voices of angels ring
Loudly proclaiming
Announcing his coming
With worship they sing
It seems so easy to embrace
That my son is just like any other babe
But looking down upon my little one
I know I'm looking into the eyes of God
Emmanuel, God with us
Yahweh, God's own Son
He's helplessly lying there
Unable to do anything
Voices of angels ring
Loudly proclaiming
Announcing his coming
With worship they sing
Glory to God
Born a baby in a manger
Christ is born
In the City of Bethlehem
Glory to God
In the Highest
Good will toward men
He's the Lord
He's the Lord
Glory to God
Christ is born
Glory to God
He's the Lord