| What child is this, who, laid to rest
|
| On Mary’s lap is sleeping?
|
| Whom angels greet with anthems sweet
|
| While shepherds watch are keeping?
|
| This, this is Christ the King
|
| Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
|
| Haste, haste to bring Him laud
|
| The babe, the son of Mary
|
| So bring him incense, gold, and myrrh
|
| Come, peasant, king, to own him
|
| The King of kings salvation brings
|
| Let loving hearts enthrone him
|
| Raise, raise a song on high
|
| The virgin sings her lullaby
|
| Joy, joy for Christ is born
|
| The babe, the Son of Mary
|
| And she’s raising the son of Mary
|
| Now listen
|
| There was a snowman was a jolly happy soul
|
| With a corncob pipe and a button nose
|
| And two eyes made out of coal
|
| The mythic snowman is a fairy tale they say
|
| He was made of snow but the children
|
| Know how he came to life one day |