I can almost touch the stars
filling up the night
on their way around the world
they stop their flight
I can see the brightest star
dazzling in the west
three wise men follow
with no time for rest
And heaven can't be far
from where we lie
heaven can't be far
from where we lie
Follow, follow
pilgrims follow
to see the carpenters' child
born the king of angels
he is meek and mild
son of joseph
son of mary
son of love
he is born
son of all believers
on this christmas morn
And heaven can't be far
from where we lie
heaven can't be far
from where we lie