Mary was the first of three Long black hair and sugar sweet Daddy’s eyes and Momma’s crooked smile
She was barely seventeen Got a job keepin’ dishes clean Planned to stay in this city for a while For a while
Joseph ran a lumber yard About a mile from Olive park Quiet boy, he never had much to say
It was love right from the start He bought a ring and won Mary’s heart Had hopes for a home and kids someday Kids someday
The angel scared her half to death She would’ve screamed but she lost her breath On a midnight there in the middle of May
He said “Oh Mary, don’t be afraid You’ll bear a son that the Lord has made Name him Jesus, He’ll light the way”
She packed the clothes, he made the plans They had to go to Bethlehem But there was nowhere left to stay
So in a barn she gave birth To the King of Kings, the Lord of Earth Just a little bitty thing sleeping on the hay Sleeping on the hay
The story’s too long to tell But He walked on water and lived through hell Killed on a cross and rose from the grave
We got a King, they got a Son Mary and Joseph were the only ones There on that very first Christmas day There on that very first Christmas day
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