A Star shines brightly high
To tell a King is nigh
But Mary holds a baby
No sound he makes, no cry
She lays him in a manger
This night he first is born
To keep him safe from danger
All on a Christmas morn

She lullabyes so soft, so low
She sees the crown and the thorn
She sings of how she loves him so
But still her heart is torn, forlorn
All on a Christmas morn

And while your babe is asleep
Why, Mary do you weep?
His path you see to Calvary
You see his wounds so deep:
You shoulder now his Cross
This night he first is born
You gave him birth to die for us
All on a Christmas morn

She lullabyes so soft, so low
She sees the crown and the thorn
She sings of how she loves him so
But still her heart is torn...
She lullabyes so soft, so low
She sees the crown and the thorn
She sings of how she loves him so
But still her heart is torn, forlorn
All on a Christmas morn...

All on a Christmas morn