I'm trying

yeah

I'm trying

yeah

I'm trying to catch a glimpse

just a glimpse of beauty

as the odor

of dirt

and straw

mingles with the scent

of sweat

in this simple room

in this simple inn

as a baby's cry

a baby's cry

rises to the angry moon

I'm trying

yeah

I'm trying

yeah

trying to catch a glimpse

just a glimpse of beauty

as the sounds

of sheep

and cattle

mingle with the weary chatter

of a poor couple

wondering what is to come

in this simple room

in this simple inn

as a baby's cry

a baby's cry

rises to the angry moon

I'm trying

yeah

I'm trying

yeah

I'm trying to catch a glimpse

just a glimpse of beauty

a face of innocence

in a world of violence

and war

a gift of love

to a world that loves power

and glamour

as a baby's cry

a baby's cry

rises to the angry moon

I'm trying

yeah

I'm trying

yeah

trying to catch a glimpse

just a glimpse of beauty

as a baby's cry

a baby's cry

rises to the angry moon

I'm trying

yeah

I'm trying

yeah

trying to catch a glimpse

just a glimpse of beauty

who would ever look for

the saviour of the world

lying helpless in a manger

who would ever

who would ever look for

something beautiful

in a dirty manger