This is no time for a child to be born 
With the earth betrayed by war & hate 
And a comet slashing the sky to warn
That time runs out and the sun burns late.

That was no time for a child to be born 
In a land in the crushing grip of Rome;
Honour & truth were trampled by scorn—
Yet here did the Saviour make his home.

When is the time for love to be born?
The inn is full on planet earth, 
And by a comet the sky is torn
Yet love still takes the risk of birth.