Father to a Child - The Baseballs

On Christmas Eve — It’s hard to belive

In hands of fate

When all your loved ones are so far away

Open your Eyes — I’m still bye your side

More than a friend

Trust me and we can start dreaming again

And it’s Christmas, and it’s Christmas…

I’ll be your shelter

I’ll be your cover

Come into my arms

I’m gonna keep you war

I’ll be your shelter

No need to shiver

Under my wings I will keep you from the wild

Like a father to a child

Candles and sweets

Gifts under the tree

Can’t mend your heart

I’ll try to save it from tearing apart

Home’s not a place

It’s no fancy space

A feeling of care

Nights to remember and dreams we can share

And it’s Christmas, and it’s Christmas…

I’ll be your shelter

I’ll be your cover

Come into my arms

I’m gonna keep you warm

I’ll be your shelter

No need to shiver

Under my wings I will keep you from the wild

Like a father to a child

Come into my arms

Under my wings I will keep you from the wild

Like a father to a child

Like a father to a child

Like a father to a child

Father to a child