When the air smells like the first snow is
Blowing down from Canada and
All our friends are coming over
Stoke the fire and spice your drinks up

All we long for, all we hope for
Joy and comfort, peace and comfort

I met a blind guy on State street and Adams
With food in his beard and a ragged old jacket
Who told me not to fear because
Peace is here

Hear the shoppers, children's laughter
Santa's elves are all working together to
Bring the best gifts, trim the tree up
Blow the candles out, slumber in wonderland

All we long for, all we hope for
Joy and comfort, peace and comfort

Outside a village in southeastern Asia
A thousand young Christians meet up in a dark crowded tent
In the wilderness, whispering quietly
By candlelight because they're risking their lives
To hear the great news that
Peace is here

All we long for, all we hope for
Joy and comfort, peace and comfort