Guiding Star Sleighride
The engine of the sleigh is quiet in the cold Five hundred
miles above the world we used to hold
One single beacon burning clear and high
To steer our course across the midnight sky
One star for navigation
The ancient guide of old
Above the curved creation Through silence and the cold (ahhh)
He reads the coordinates out to the night
Eighty-two north under planetary light The reindeer breathe frost into the deep
black space
Running on the gravity of time and grace
One star for navigation
The ancient guide of old
Above the curved creation Through silence and the cold
(hallelujah) Guide us home (amen)