| A Star shines brightly high
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| To tell a King is nigh
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| But Mary holds a baby
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| No sound he makes, no cry
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| She lays him in a manger
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| This night he first is born
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| To keep him safe from danger
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| All on a Christmas morn
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| She lullabyes so soft, so low
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| She sees the crown and the thorn
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| She sings of how she loves him so
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| But still her heart is torn, forlorn
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| All on a Christmas morn
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| And while your babe is asleep
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| Why, Mary do you weep?
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| His path you see to Calvary
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| You see his wounds so deep:
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| You shoulder now his Cross
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| This night he first is born
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| You gave him birth to die for us
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| All on a Christmas morn
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| She lullabyes so soft, so low
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| She sees the crown and the thorn
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| She sings of how she loves him so
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| But still her heart is torn…
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| She lullabyes so soft, so low
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| She sees the crown and the thorn
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| She sings of how she loves him so
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| But still her heart is torn, forlorn
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| All on a Christmas morn…
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| All on a Christmas morn |