Carola

Blott en dag, ett ögonblick I sänder, Vilken tröst vad än som kommer på! Allt ju vilar I min Faders händer, Skulle jag, som barn, väl ängslas då? Han som bär för mig en moders hjärta, Giver ju åt varje nyfödd dag Dess beskärda del av fröjd och smärta

Who has lit the starlight that shines so bright in your eyes? Who has lit the darkness for the shepherds on this night? Who has placed the straw crown that sits upon your small brow? Who has brought the wise men to the stable, precious child? Are you

Sunday morning it's a quarter to five You keep on talkin' like your love is a prize Bird in flight, spreading her wings Sittin' pretty in a city of sin I don't mind, adventure with a stranger Trouble deep at the scene of the crime Testify, that I'm n