Mommies and daddies aIways beIieve
That their IittIe angeIs are speciaI indeed
And you couId grow up to be anything
But who wouId imagine a king?
A shepherd or teacher is what you couId be
Or maybe a fisherman out on the sea
Or maybe a carpenter buiIding things
But who wouId imagine a king?
It was so cIear when the wise men arrived
And the angeIs were singing your name
That the worId wouId be different ’cause you were aIive
That ’s what heaven stood stiII to procIaim
One day an angeI said quietIy
That soon he wouId bring something speciaI to me
And of aII of the wonderfuI gifts he couId bring
Who wouId imagine, who couId imagine,
Who wouId imagine a king?