A Star Shines Brightly High
To tell a king he's nigh
But Mary holds a baby
No sound he makes, no cry
She lays him in a manger
This night he first is born
To keep him safe from danger
All on a Christmas morn
She lullabies so soft, so low
She sings the crown and the thorn
She sings of how she loves him so
But still her heart is torn
For long, all on a Christmas morn
And while your baby's asleep
Why, Mary, do you weep?
His path you see to Calvary
You see his wounds so deep
Your shoulder now his crown
And his crown's a-crossing
This night he first is born
You gave him birth to die for us
All on a Christmas morn
She lullabies so soft, so low
She sings the crown and the thorn
She sings of how she loves him so
But still her heart is torn
She sings of how she loves him so
But still her heart is torn
She lullabies so soft, so low
She sings the crown and the thorn
She sings of how she loves him so
But still her heart is torn










All on a Christmas morn
All on a Christmas morn
All on a Christmas morn