The air is cold but there’s no snow
You’re warm at home so, off I go
We are bound for who knows where
but not round ones in a chair
Lead us, Lord, to find your land
One not fraught with iron hand
Though strangers and aliens now
a fatherland’s where we are bound
We are just a ragged band
guide us with your mystic hand
Lead us through the darkest night
like a man with pregnant wife
Though strangers and aliens now
a fatherland’s where we are bound
With opportunities to return
we stretch forth to a better
that is a heavenly
land
No kindness found
with prideful crowds
No men in town
they let us down
Joseph left for Bethlehem
Mary, pregnant, with the Lamb
Roman registration law…
And in Bethlehem she bore
Though strangers and aliens now
a fatherland’s where we are bound
We were not the righteous ones
but were bought with Christ’s own blood
He has made us vagabonds
Just his faithful, moving on
Though strangers and aliens now
a fatherland’s where we are bound
With opportunities to return
we stretch forth to a better
that is a heavenly
land
We’re all grown up, no longer pups
He tames, I trust, I’m trained in love
We’re not a baby anymore
but still we’ve got to have our things
He’ll take a killer who is lost
and make him prophesy like kings
Wherever you go
that’s where you should be
Though strangers and aliens now
a fatherland’s where we are bound
With opportunities to return
we stretch forth to a better
that is a heavenly
land