Copyright © 1997/Donna M. Davis

Mary, she rocked her little child

Son of God, on high

And as she looked upon the child

She sang this lullaby

Sleep little child, your days of rest are few

The world is filled with sin and shame

There's much for you to do

There's a work that you must do

They lay you in a bed of hay

No room at the Inn

What lowly birth for such a King

Who would save the world from sin

Sleep little child, your days of rest are few

The world is filled with sin and shame

There is much for you to do

There's a work that you must do