We dim the light.

We stoke the fire.

We breathe the evergreen.

Young ones wait

While the old ones make up

Tales of how it used to be.

China dolls,

Candy corn,

Painted wooden toys,

Treasures found

To the wondrous sound

Of carolling the Savior

Born to us on Christmas morn.

Emmanuel, God with us,

Emmanuel!

Emmanuel, God with us,

The son of Israel.

And still he calls

Through the night,

Beyond the days of old.

A voice of peace

To the weary ones,

Who struggle with the human soul.

All of us,

Travellers,

Through a given time.

Who can know

What tomorrow holds?

But over the horizon,

Surely you and I will find.

Emmanuel, God with us,

Emmanuel!

Emmanuel, God with us,

The son of Israel.

And the years they come,

And the years they go,

Though we may forget somehow

That the child once born in Bethlehem

Is still among us now.

(Emmanuel....)

(Emmanuel, God with us.

The son of Israel.)

Emmanuel, God with us, (Emmanuel.)

Emmanuel! (Emmanuel.)

Emmanuel, God with us, (Emmanuel.)

The son of Israel. (Israel.)

The son of Israel.

The son of Is...Israel. (Son of Israel.)