Lyrics:
children
in thy tender care
And fit us for heaven
to live with Thee there
The cattle are lowing
The poor baby awakes
But little Lord Jesus
No crying he
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 children alone
This can't go on
There's a pen there on the dresser
By some doctor bills
And there's an unsigned letter of resignation
Under anxiety
Eighty years, an old lady now, sitting on the front porch
Watching the clouds roll by
They remind her of her lover, how he left her, and of times
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
sleep
I'm not afraid of the future
Have to suffer and repeat
I tend to agree
What happens will be
Pain of my own making
Cut short by eternity
a funeral song
For the throne today was taken
By Prince John
See the children crying
And all the mothers too
The marketplace is empty, for
He's taken all our
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
guns down
People are dying
Children are crying
The world is over
Let's do it over
People are dying
Children are crying
The world is over
Let's do it over
I've been walking through your streets
Where all your money's earning
Where all your buildings crying
And clueless neckties working
Revolving fake
Shivers, crying, desolate
Lonely, listless, disconsolate
Suffers, howling, harrowing
Tortured, broken, shivering
At Christmas, a note by
dies by this disease
In record numbers indeed
Got momma's crying out please
My baby hold on
My child ain't done nothing wrong
Still I want to holler
Ask
Jesus asleep on the hay
The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes
The little Lord Jesus, no crying He makes
I love Thee, Lord Jesus, look down from
Love without measure
Space without time
Life with no crying
Will one day be mine
Hearts never breaking
Hands that don't fight
Days that don't
the children
He dresses them for school
"Your mother was up late last night
I've packed your lunch for you"
And so the house lies silent and they all will be
The Christmas cards and greetings are arriving
Across the shifty sands to the war
By the time I get to read them, she'll be rising
To a fifty, fifty
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 world is turning
There's no way of knowing
Too many people dying
Too many children crying
and slaved, raped, robbed and persecuted
Never again, to the men, women, and children.
Who died in their struggle to survive, never to be forgotten.
Reuven
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
Looking through the sky
See people searching by
Children can’t stop crying
Looking at their parents die
For a further cause
They can’t even know
the vault.
Children of the Moon beware
For he is fueled by the wind and sea,
From managed flame to fire, the grotesque grew.
Crying of unexplained pain.
The women and children of Rafa
Are crying but no one can hear
No one feels their sorrow and suffering
Or the salt of their hard-gotten tears
Sometimes i don't know why
I feel i wanna start crying
I see the children's eyes
I've seen their hope fade away
When a mother is crying for mercy
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