Long years ago, on a deep winter night.

High in the heavens, a star shone bright.

While in the manger, a wee baby lay.

Sweetly asleep, on a bed of hay.



Jesus our lord, was that baby so small.

Lay down to sleep, in a humble stall.

Then came the star, and it stood over head.

Shedding its light, 'round his little head.



Dear baby Jesus, how tiny thou art.

I'll make a place, for thee in my heart.

And when the stars, in the heavens I see.

Ever and always, I'd think of thee...