Sing sweet and low your lullaby
Till angels say, "amen."
A mother tonight is rocking a cradle in Bethlehem

"A little child shall lead them," the prophets said of old.
In storm and tempest keep them until the bells is tolled.
"A little child shall lead them," the prophets said of old.
Till the bells is tolled.

Wise men follow through the dark a star that beckons them.
A mother tonight
Is rocking a cradle in Bethlehem.

"A little child shall lead them," the prophets said of old.
In storm and tempest keep them until the bells is tolled.
"A little child shall lead them," the prophets said of old.
Till the bells is tolled.

Sing sweet and low your lullaby
Till angels say, "amen."
A mother tonight is rocking a cradle in Bethlehem.