On a cold and windy night,  the wind did howl and cry.
The stars sent out some light and a moon was riding high.
Then down a long dark road over tall hills and muddy trail
A stranger staggers with a load, she felt so tired and frail.

Chanced upon a little church that was so warm and bright.
She heard the joyful singing coming from across the night.
She felt such a homesick longing to come in from the cold.
She felt the urge to go right in and be welcomed to the fold.

If by chance you are passing by on a cold and wintry day.
And chance upon a little church, one that is bright and gay.
Take the time to come on in and take some time to pray.
They will always welcome you , you'll not be turned away