| Joseph was tired
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| They’d been traveling all day
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| And it was almost midnight
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| Before he found a place to stay
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| He put the burrow in the stall
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| Then knelt beside his wife
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| To comfort her
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| As she went through
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| The pain of giving life
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| And up above a star was shining brightly in the sky
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| Joseph held the baby child
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| And showed him to his wife
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| And he said
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| Merry Christmas, Mary
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| Let me be the first to say
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| Merry Christmas, Mary
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| The son of God has come to us today
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| There was someone at the door
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| And Joseph turned to see
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| Some plain and simple shepherd men
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| Down on blended knee
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| They talked about an angel
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| Who told them where to come
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| In the middle of the night to see
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| God’s only son
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| Then later there came wise men
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| Bearing gifts and offerings
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| And Joseph led them all to see
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| And praise the new born king
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| Tears of joy
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| Were gently flowing
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| Out of Joseph’s eyes
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| While up above the angels sang
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| «Glory to God!
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| Merry Christmas, Mary
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| Let us be the first to say
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| Merry Christmas, Mary
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| The son of God has come to us today |