Lyrics:
Still crying about joy, still laughing about pain
Bathed in the fire, burned by the rain
Is it too much or not enough?
If you win or lose, it's
He's the guaranteed eternal sanctuary man
Look, look into my mouth he cries
And all the children lost down many paths
I bet my life you'll walk inside
a million broken hearts from all around|You can hear the children crying|It's not safe to go outside|We're free but we gotta keep our kids alive|Oh y'all! We
The darkness of his eyes
Is invincible force
To kill
His own son
A newborn baby
The crying of small children
Is the alarm for crime
Noise haunts
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
We've been walking in shadows for far too long
Listening to memories of that same old worn-out song.
Watching the time go by with nothing more
He's the guaranteed eternal sanctuary man
Look, look into my mouth he cries
And all the children lost down many paths
I bet my life you'll walk inside
Lord 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
Mother loves to be concerned
Using lessons that she learnt
Fathers never understand
When children have the upper hand
Smiling you did your time at school
And when she finally spoke,
Her words took me by surprise. She said:
(REFRAIN):
The angels are cying in heaven tonight
Their hearts are so heavy,
They've
one could see us
Whoa Mothers touch seemed so pure
Whoa The stars were still shining
Whoa In the shadow's we remain
Whoa The crying children of sorrow
of misery
Come to make ?em bleed
seen a lot of holy
Seen a lot of damned
Seen the children hurt
By the preacher man
seen a lot of killing
Seen a lot
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
of the low
From darkened children
Priceless gold was had
Diamonds mined by captives
Built a throne
Enflared nostrils breathed
The jungle air
But not for
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
Is there anyone out there
Willing to try ?
Or are we satisfied with just getting by ?
We've hurt mother nature
Can't you see her she's
penetrates the air like
Scorching bullets winged with raging hate
And I'm waiting for the end
Crying children's eyes thawed out by the heat of a
Endless
understand
You just have to lie, to get by
And if I should wake up crying
It's becausе of the way we're dying
And I'm so scarеd that we might fall
And if I
concerned
Using lessons that she learnt
Fathers never understand
When children have the upper hand
Smiling you did your time at school
Crying quietly like
To the children of today
Every mickle make a muckle
If you know what I say
Don't be fooled by the fool
The trick that they play
[Chorus]
And they know
Our madness envy and desire
Ring you with an unforgiving fire
You love them with a burning soul
By the time he sold the ashes they were cold
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
How long Lord how long
Mothers crying children dying how long
Seen a mother lie faced down where she buried her baby boy
Crying son why did you
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
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