The garment of life, be it tattered and tornThe cloak of the soldier is weathered and wornBut what Child is this that was poverty-bornThe peace of Christmas DayThe branch that bears the bright hollyThe dove that rests in yonder treeThe light that shines for all to seeThe peace of Christmas DayThe hope that has slumbered for two thousand yearsA promise that silenced a thousand fearsA faith that can hobble an ocean of tearsThe peace of Christmas DayThe branch that bears the bright hollyThe dove that rests in yonder treeThe light that shines for all to seeThe peace of Christmas DayAdd all the grief that people may bearTotal the strife and the trouble and carePut them in columns and leave them right thereThe peace of Christmas DayThe branch that bears the bright hollyThe dove that rests in yonder treeThe light that shines for all to seeThe peace of Christmas Day
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