Southern Highway

The other night as I lay sleeping
I woke to see a star
The heavens were aglow
You could see it near and far
People in a hurry
Each one would stop and stare
An old man cried, "The Christ is born
In Bethlehem somewhere"

All along the southern highway
You can hear the children singing
"Praise the Lord"
In and out of every southern byway
Rocks and hills cry out
"The Savior is born"

As I was walking down a backroad
That led me into town
I saw kings and lowly shepherds
All kneeling on the ground
They all had turned their face and hands
Upwards towards the sky
Just then I've heard the angels sing
And tears filled my eyes

All along the southern highway
You can hear the children singing
"Praise the Lord"
In and out of every southern byway
Rocks and hills cry out
"The Savior is born"

Unto us a child is born
All earth peace be still
You’ll find the babe is swaddling clothes
This is the Father's will
He was and is and is to come
He is the great I Am
One day, we'll all worship Him
Singing, "Worthy, worthy is the Lamb"
"Worthy, worthy, worthy is the Lamb"

We will praise Him, praise Him
(Worthy, worthy is the Lamb)
They were singing, singing
(Worthy, worthy)
Holy to God
(Worthy is the Lamb)
I can hear mothers and fathers
(Worthy, worthy)
Sister and brothers, saying
(Worthy is the Lamb)
Join in, join, in, join in
The love of God...