LYRIC FOR SALE

Buy this lyric today!

Sweet Nativity


Artist: Raymond Livingston
Artist's Description
You'll see my open arms — they're reaching just for you. A father's letter in song. Written by Michael Livingston, songwriter from Roosevelt, Utah. Non-exclusive license — writer retains ownership.

Genre(s): Country
Mood(s): Melancholic, Sad
Style(s): Ballad, Story
Language(s): English
Standard License:$50.00
Extended License:$120.00

Sweet Nativity

By Raymond Livingston
There’s a daughter out there I’m longing to see
She never called me Daddy, never looked up to me
She doesn’t know the heartache that I’ve carried every day
Or how her memory in my soul will never fade away

Somebody whispered words too cruel for her young ears
Painted me the villain, filled her mind with doubts and fears
But I swear I never left her, though mistakes were made by me
Not a single one should steal away the love she ought to see

Nativity I'm sorry for the moments lost, sorry for the pain
Sorry for the stories told that left me in the rain
If you open up your heart, and let the truth come through
You’ll see my open arms—they’re reaching just for you

It’s not your fault, sweet child, believe what you must
But every beat inside my chest cries out for faith and trust
All that truly matters is the bond we rise above
I love you, always—endless arms and endless love

The years have slipped like shadows, every season passing by
I’m standing in the doorway, praying time will let us try
If you grant me just one moment, I’ll give all I have inside
Show you love and sorry—nothing more to hide

You weren’t wrong for leaving or believing what they said
There’s no guilt for holding anguish deep inside your head
If the world could see my longing, if forgiveness set us free
You’d know my love is endless—you mean everything to me

No blame to bear, no reason to regret
I’m proud of your strength, no matter what we get
I’ll wait forever hopeful, with patience in my soul
Till you see my open arms, longing to make you whole

Nativity I'm sorry for the moments lost, sorry for the pain
Sorry for the stories told that left me in the rain
If you open up your heart, and let the truth come through
You’ll see my open arms—they’re reaching just for you

It’s not your fault, sweet child, believe what you must
But every beat inside my chest cries out for faith and trust
All that truly matters is the bond we rise above
I love you, always—endless arms and endless love
X Copied

Contact

Do you want to Work with Raymond Livingston?