Текст: Kenny Rogers. Gift. A Soldier's King.

No one seemed to notice the man beside the road
He was just a ragged soldier out there in the cold
But he seemed to have a purpose only known to him
As he walked along the streets that night through the town of Bethlehem

In his head he held a memory of all the wars he'd known
In his hand he clutched a medal for the bravery he'd shown
And the weight of every battle he caried in his heart
But his eyes were clear and searching for a manger in the dark

Some are born to greatness, some are born to fall
Some are bound to be forgotten like they never lived at all
But we're all born to know him and stand befor his light
Like the soldier who found his king tonight

He had marched for politicians, served under their command
And he fought for all the causes that he did not understand
But it was something deep inside him now that led him on his way
With a single star to guide him to were the baby lay

Some are born to greatness, some are born to fall
Some are bound to be forgotten like they never lived at all
But we're all born to know him and stand befor his light
Like the soldier who found his king tonight

He stood before the son of God, come to pay our debt
He smiled up at the soldier that the world would soon forget
So he held out his medal and said this for you I bring
There he swore aligiance to the newborn baby king

Some are born to greatness, some are born to fall
Some are bound to be forgotten like they never lived at all
But we're all born to know him and stand befor his light
Like the soldier who found his king tonight