Just a small town girl, living in a dark, dark world,
She met an angel who said “don’t fear, favored girl”.
Just a carpenter, thought it pretty odd,
Now, he’s gonna be the stepdad of God.
No vacancy in the hotel rooms.
So in a barn with animal fumes,
Hope was born that unsilent night.
It goes on and on and on and on.
Manger, shepherds consumed by wild devotion,
Their shadows searching in the night.
Find the baby, livin’ with brand new emotion,
Into the darkness, comes the light.
It goes on and on and on and on.
Don’t stop believing…
A virgin suddenly conceiving.
There’s a light, people.
Don’t stop believing,
Hold on to the hope.
There’s a light, people.
Don’t stop believing,
Hold on to the hope.
There’s a light, people.
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