Mommies and daddies always believe That their little angels are special indeed And you could grow up to be anything But who would imagine a king? Gloria in excelsis Deo A shepherd or teacher is what you could be Or maybe a fisherman out on the sea Or maybe a carpenter building things But who would imagine a king? Away in a manger, no crib for a bed The little Lord Jesus lay down His sweet head The stars in the sky look down where He lay The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay It was so clear when the wise men arrived And the angels were singing your name That the world would be different 'cause you were alive That's what heaven (and the angels sing: Alleluia) Stood still to proclaim To the King Gloria, Gloria in excelsis Deo Oh, Gloria In excelsis Deo One day an angel said quietly That soon he would bring something special to me And of all of the wonderful gifts he could bring Who would imagine, who could imagine Who would imagine a king? Gloria in excelsis Deo