The Christ-Child Lay On Mary's Lap,
His Hair Was Like A Light.
(O Weary, Weary Was The World,
But Here Is All Aright.)
The Christ-child Stood At Mary's Knee,
His Hair Was Like A Crown,
And All The Flowers Looked Up At Him
And All The Stars Looked Down.
His Hair Was Like A Light.
(O Weary, Weary Was The World,
But Here Is All Aright.)
The Christ-child Stood At Mary's Knee,
His Hair Was Like A Crown,
And All The Flowers Looked Up At Him
And All The Stars Looked Down.
