| There wasn’t much available that cold December
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| But a worn out stable with a manger for a bed
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| Mary wanted nothin' more than to remember
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| The moment she laid that kiss upon His head
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| She sang, fa-la-la-la-la, fa-la-la-la-la
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| Oh, little town of Bethlehem
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| She sang, fa-la-la-la-la, fa-la-la-la-la
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| Oh, come and worship Him
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| And she stared at Him all night
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| She stared at Him all night
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| She stared at Him all silent holy night, yeah
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| She stared at Him all night
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| The wise men came with incense, gold, and myrrh
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| The little drummer boy, he played a song or two
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| When they all were gone you could hear the oxen stir
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| Mary sat back on the hay and she enjoyed the view
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| She sang, fa-la-la-la-la, fa-la-la-la-la
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| Hark, the herald angels sing
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| She sang, fa-la-la-la-la, fa-la-la-la-la
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| You are the king of kings
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| And she stared at Him all night
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| She stared at Him all night
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| She stared at Him all silent holy night
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| She stared at Him all night
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| As the minutes ticked away from the first Noel
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| The stars, they soon gave way to the mornin' light
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| And the world was changed that dark night in December
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| Now it’s up to all of us to get it right
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| So we sing, fa-la-la-la-la, fa-la-la-la-la
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| Oh, You are the prince of peace
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| We sing, fa-la-la-la-la, fa-la-la-la-la
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| And blessed are the meek
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| We sing, fa-la-la-la-la, fa-la-la-la-la
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| Hark, the herald angels sing
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| We sing, fa-la-la-la-la, fa-la-la-la-la
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| You are the king of kings
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| And she stared at Him all night
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| She stared at Him all night
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| She stared at Him
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| Yes, she stared at Him all night
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| She stared at Him all night
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| She stared at Him all silent holy night
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| Yeah, yeah, she stared at Him all night
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| She stared at Him all night |