Not a tree on the skyline Nor a bird in the wing Whispers frozen for all time No man's land will be king. Left deserted a cold smile From the way they've been served Virgin mother and her child Turn their face from the world Just for a moment, they're only men. On Christmas day There'll be no killing or fighting On Christmas day There'll be no thunder and lighting On Christmas day On Christmas day Many years they'll remember And they'll toast absent friends On that cold day, December They'll be back there again And just for a moment, they're only men On Christmas day There'll be no killing or fighting On Christmas day There'll be no thunder and lighting On Christmas day On Christmas day. ♪ The wind blows cruel and hostile, on that deserted land No shepherd sacrifice the lamb While prayers of guilt and duty, race upwards to the sky Collide in fearsome combat cry Oh, the guns and the ships and the planes of every county For the wins and the gains, what a price, it's much too high Don't look away and wonder, this savage poetry Is set to drag you under with arms of jealousy On Christmas day There'll be no killing or fighting On Christmas day There'll be no thunder and lighting On Christmas day On Christmas day On Christmas day