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 churchbell tower 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