Christmas Lullaby

In a stable bare
	Lying in a manger.
	Just a little Child,
	Destined to be King.
	And right there by His side
	Was His gentle Mother
	To hold Him tenderly
	A lullaby to sing…

While angels way up in the sky
Sang, “Glory to the Lord on high!”
The Blessed Mother would quietly sing
A Christmas lullaby.
A Christmas lullaby. 

	Far from Nazareth
	The family had traveled.
	Up to Bethlehem,
	There to be enrolled.
	And there the Child was born
	And God was truly with us.
	The Virgin bore a Son
	Just as it was foretold.

While angels way up in the sky
Sang, “Glory to the Lord on high!”
The Blessed Mother would quietly sing
A Christmas lullaby.
A Christmas lullaby. 

	Quiet was the night
	As Mary held her Baby.
	Softly did she smile
	At His every sigh.
	In that stable bare
	A Child and His Mother.
	A moment just for them
	To share a lullaby… 

While angels way up in the sky
Sang, “Glory to the Lord on high!”
The Blessed Mother would quietly sing
A Christmas lullaby.
A Christmas lullaby.
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