Sing sweet and low your lullaby till angels say, "amen." A mother tonight is rocking a cradle in Bethlehem
"A little child shall lead them," the prophets said of old. In storm and tempest keep them until the bell is tolled. "A little child shall lead them," the prophets said of old. Untill the bell is tolled.
Wise men follow through the dark a star that beckons them. A mother tonight is rocking a cradle in Bethlehem.
"A little child shall lead them," the prophets said of old. In storm and tempest keep them until the bell is tolled. "A little child shall lead them," the prophets said of old. Untill the bell is tolled.
Sing sweet and low your lullaby till angels say, "amen." A mother tonight is rocking a cradle in Bethlehem.