all of this happens

　　because the world is waiting,

　　waiting for one child.

　　Black, white, yellow,

　　no one knows,

　　but a child that will grow up.

　　And turns tears to laughter,

　　hates to love, war to peace.

　　And everyone to everyone's neighbour and misery

　　and suffering,will be words to be forgotten forever.

　　It's all a dream,

　　an illusion now,

　　it must come true

　　sometime soon, sometime how.

　　All across the land,

　　dawns a brand new morn.

　　This comes to pass,

　　when a child is born.