Babe, the Son of Mary Raise, raise the song on high The Virgin sings Her lullaby Joy, joy for Christ is born The Babe, the Son of Mary
What child is this who lay to rest On Mary's lap is sleeping? Whom angels greet with anthems sweet While shepherds watch our keeping? This, this is Christ
. With a feeling of relief I cannot sing. Haste, haste to bring him laud The Babe, the Son of Mary. Mmmmm, Son of Mary! (Son of Mary) Little bitty baby! (Mary
guard and angels sing Haste, haste, to bring Him laud, The Babe, the Son of Mary! Oh Mary, oh Mary The Son of Mary Oh Mary Oh Mary
to where has it gone to softest hands i take their frailness in my own hands hands that mended children's dreams now grasp for mary's grace her gracea
, this is Christ the King Whom shepherds guard and angels sing Haste, haste to bring Him laud The babe and the son of Mary, of Mary, of Mary
(Kim Carnes) What child is this, who, laid to rest On Mary's lap, is sleeping? Whom angels greet with anthems sweet, While shepherds watch are keeping
what she's dreamin' of Roll the windows down on 44 I'd swear the sky just opens up Angel get some rest And summer sleep tonight Listen for your lullabye
What child is this, who, laid to rest On Mary's lap, is sleeping? Whom angels greet with anthems sweet, While shepherds watch are keeping? This, this
west mary all the way down to Ben White Ol? Tom Ables used to say with an impish smile ?Brother, sit back and listen to the south Austin lullaby? I
babe, the son of Mary Raise, raise the song on high The virgin sings her lullaby Joy, joy for Christ is born The babe, the son of Mary
What child is this who's laid to rest On Mary's lap is sleeping? Whom angels greet with anthems sweet While shepherd's watch are keeping This, this is
er the cradle, God's anointed from on high, Blessed mary watches o'er you Singing sweetly "lullaby". Blessed mary watches o'er you Singing sweetly lullaby
'ry heart enthrone him. Raise, raise your song on high, While mary sings a lullaby; Joy, joy for christ is born, The babe, the son of mary.
Little Mary was five years old Her parents left her, she was out in the cold Alone to live and find her way In this great world of heartache and pain
assured I carry with me heaven's grand design Gloria, glory, I will sing the name of the Lord And He will make me shine And I will be like Mother Mary
as lips brush against a cheek It's your voice I hear and it's your name I speak But when I look around there's no one there How I wish you were someone