A big man brought to ground, feet are sore,

a gentleman for all of us to see,

blindness seeing so much more.

 

No more he'll see beloved land,

aroma of farm life drifts his way,

he feels the clay in roughened hand.

 

Two families that fear the Christmas dread,

a man lost swimming on holiday,.

no fancy presents before their bed.

 

A wife who can no longer cope with loss,

a gentleman for all of us to see,

their special boy beneath a cross.

 

A man who called two houses home,

holds the mystery of the Nativity.

In wilderness we are never alone.

 

Good -natured neighbours call once more,

two families that fear the Christmas dread,

friendship and kindness never a chore.