I heard the sound of voices in the streetThe sound of Christmas carols and stomping frozen feetAnd December on your own is somehow incompleteSomehow incompleteSo I left my hotel room, began to walkAnd December on your own is somehow incompleteLooking for a place to eatSomeone who would talkAnd all the guilty pain and laughing prideCan't stop the rainWon't stop the rainWon't stop the snow that falls insideOh yeahFaithfulJoyful and triumphantBorn the king of angels againWell we gathered on a mountainside and sangWhile in the city all the church bells rangAnd the workers stoppedAnd soon were drunkSo I left my hotel roomSmoking cigarettes in the rainCome down to MosulCome to BaghdadCome help find the king againFaithfulJoyful and triumphantCome on help find the king againI say *** your dearest love and believeWipe the sweat and tears, the blood from this long year on your sleeveAnd wonder if the wandering will change a single thingOh come down to MemphisAnd New York CityOh come help find a new kingOh be faithfulJoyful and triumphantCome the king of angels once againOh come help find your dearest loved oneyou