L ong years ago on a d eep winter n ight.
H igh in t he h eavens a s tar shone b right.
W hile in the m anger a w ee baby l ay.
S weetly asleep on a b ed o f ha y.
J esus our lord was that b aby so s mall.
L ay down t o sl eep in a hu mble st all.
T hen came the s tar and it s tood over h ead.
S hedding its light 'round his l i-tt le he ad.
D ear baby Jesus how t iny thou a rt.
I 'll make a pla ce for th ee in my he art.
A nd when the s tars in the h eavens I s ee.
E ver and always I'd t hink o f th ee...