Summer sun or winter skies, Christmas comes -- shepherds, angels, lullabies, words recorded by the wise: read it in the book -- take another look . . . . Shadows track the hawk in flight Christmas now -- children born in fire and fight, silent night a violent night, hawks are in control of a nation's soul There where terror plies its trade Christmas now -- children learn to be afraid, minefields of distrust are laid, evil is in force on a winning course Child of peace, God's human face, Christmas now -- come to plead war's counter-case, bring the dove a nesting place, though her wings are torn, though her blood is drawn Winter skies or summer sun Christmas comes -- still the threads of hope are spun, goodness will outclass the gun, evil has no tooth that can kill the truth.