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The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay.
The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes,
But little Lord Jesus no crying he makes.
I love thee, Lord Jesus! Look
Lord Jesus asleep in the hay.
The cattle are lowing, the poor baby wakes,
But little Lord Jesus no crying he makes.
I love thee, Lord Jesus! Look
wall)
All the player haters and jealousy in the ghetto
Childrens crying, homies dying
(I got my back against the wall, wall, wall)
It's how it is in
and shot
People dead, not coming back, children crying , family sad
And you feel that your god ever gonna clap? Wow
World has changed, That's not strange
has been mislead
We farm bloody murder, tortured and get slaughtered
The south is where we buried our souls, it's where we all belong
Blinded by
Me
We're not all meant for children
And a lot of friends by your building
Waiting for you to lack
And start killing
They already got the drop
They can
to death and they're on your left
Men daring to catch you, slave runners, coming
You heard of a lot of your tribesmen got caught By these men
cnd never
ever know my children crying
Will I be there to hold them, by myself
By myself
Will I ever know my brother's pain
Will I sit with him and hear it, by
Lord Jesus
Asleep on the hay
The cattle are lowing
The poor Baby wakes
But little Lord Jesus
No crying He makes
I love Thee, Lord Jesus
Look
Jesus asleep on the hay
The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes
But little Lord Jesus
No crying he makes
I love you, Lord Jesus
Look down from
to stay
Close by me forever and love me, I pray
Bless all the dear children in Thy tender care
And take us to Heaven to live with Thee there (with Thee
The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay.
The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes,
But little Lord Jesus no crying he makes.
I love thee, Lord Jesus! Look
The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay.
The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes,
But little Lord Jesus no crying he makes.
I love thee, Lord Jesus! Look
Lord Jesus
Asleep on the hay
The cattle are lowing
The poor Baby wakes
But little Lord Jesus
No crying He makes
I love Thee, Lord Jesus
Look
The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay.
The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes,
But little Lord Jesus no crying he makes.
I love thee, Lord Jesus! Look
Clo-ose by me forever
A-and love me I pray
Bless all the dear-ear children
I-in thy te-ender care-are
And fit us for heaven
To-oo live wi-ith thee-ee
The little Lord Jesus
Asleep on the hay
The cattle are lowing
The poor Baby wakes
But little Lord Jesus
No crying He makes
I love Thee, Lord Jesus
Jesus asleep on the hay
The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes
But little Lord Jesus
No crying he makes
I love you, Lord Jesus
Look down from
The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay.
The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes,
But little Lord Jesus no crying he makes.
I love thee, Lord Jesus! Look
The little Lord Jesus
Asleep on the hay
The cattle are lowing
The poor Baby wakes
But little Lord Jesus
No crying He makes
I love Thee, Lord Jesus
by my cradle till morning is nigh
Be near me Lord Jesus I ask Thee to stay by me forever and love me I pray
Bless all the dear children in Thy tender
by my cradle till morning is nigh
Be near me Lord Jesus I ask You to stay
Close by me forever and love me I pray
Bless all the dear children
In Thy
The little Lord Jesus
Asleep on the hay
The cattle are lowing
The poor Baby wakes
But little Lord Jesus
No crying He makes
I love Thee, Lord Jesus
Look down
An old man by a seashore
At the end of day
Gazes the horizon
With sea winds in his face
Tempest-tossed island
Seasons all the same
Anchorage
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