Long years ago, on a deep winter night. High in the heavens, a star shone
bright. While in the manger, a wee baby lay. Sweetly asleep, on a bed of hay. Jesus our Lord, was that baby so small. Lay down to sleep, in a humble
stall. Then came the star, and it stood over head. Shedding its light, 'round his little head. Dear baby Jesus, how tiny thou art. I'll make a place, for thee in my
heart. And when the stars, in the heavens I see. Ever and always, I'd think of thee...