| Mary was the first of three
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| Long black hair and sugar sweet
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| Daddy’s eyes and Momma’s crooked smile
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| She was barely seventeen
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| Got a job keepin' dishes clean
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| Planned to stay in this city for a while
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| For a while
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| Joseph ran a lumber yard
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| About a mile from Olive park
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| Quiet boy, he never had much to say
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| It was love right from the start
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| He bought a ring and won Mary’s heart
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| Had hopes for a home and kids someday
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| Kids someday
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| The angel scared her half to death
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| She would’ve screamed but she lost her breath
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| On a midnight there in the middle of May
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| He said «Oh Mary, don’t be afraid
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| You’ll bear a son that the Lord has made
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| Name him Jesus, He’ll light the way»
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| She packed the clothes, he made the plans
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| They had to go to Bethlehem
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| But there was nowhere left to stay
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| So in a barn she gave birth
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| To the King of Kings, the Lord of Earth
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| Just a little bitty thing sleeping on the hay
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| Sleeping on the hay
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| The story’s too long to tell
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| But He walked on water and lived through hell
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| Killed on a cross and rose from the grave
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| We got a King, they got a Son
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| Mary and Joseph were the only ones
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| There on that very first Christmas day
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| There on that very first Christmas day |