Once upon a shining star,
From lands that lie afar,
A woman cooed a lullaby,
The wind that night an angel's sigh.
In a barn, behind the inn,
Born to be the end of sin,
Cradled in a manger bed,
Lay down upon the hay his head.
A chorus sung his praise above,
Surrounded by the warmth and love,
Placed upon his shoulders now,
Where he slept by the horse and cow.
Just a babe, nothing more,
Barely propped up from the floor,
Just a babe, his little toes,
A tiny little button nose.
He doesn't even make a sound,
In a manger, where shepards found,
The baby boy sleeps away,
Not knowing there will come a day
The day that he will save man kind,
From the worst fate that you can find,
For now he lays with closed eyes,
A babe who never cries.
