The Christ Child child lay on Marys lap,His hair was like a light.
o weary, weary were the world,but here is alright.
The Christ Child lay on Marys breast ,His hair was like a star.
O stern and cunning are the Kings,
But here the true hearts are.
The Christ Child lay on Marys heart,His hair was like a fire.
O weary is the world,But here the worlds desire.
The Christ Child stood on Marys knee,His hair was like a crown.
And all the flowers looked up at him,And all the stars looked down.

G.K .C