He

He can turn the tides and calm the ang-ry sea
He alone decides who writes a sym-pho-ny
He lights every star that makes the dark-ness bright
He keeps watch all through each long and lone-ly night

He still finds the time to hear a child's first prayer
Saint or sinner calls and always finds him there
Though it makes him sad to see the way we live
He'll always say I for-give

He can grant a wish or make a dream come true
He can paint the clouds and turn the gray to blue
He alone knows where to find the rainbow's end
He alone can see what lies beyond the bend

He can touch a tree and turn the leaves to gold
He knows every lie that you and I have told
Though it makes him sad to see the way we live
He'll always say I for-give