Sing sweet and low your lullaby



till angels say,

"Amen."

A mother tonight is rocking

a cradle in Bethlehem

while wise men follow through the dark

a star that beckons them.

A mother tonight is rocking

a cradle in Bethlehem.

"A little will shall lead them," the

prophets said of old.

In tempest storms he leads men

far as the bells is tolled.

Sing sweet and low your lullaby

till angels say, "Amen."

A mother tonight is rocking

a cradle in Bethlehem



A mother tonight is rocking a cradle in Bethlehem

A mother tonight is rocking her baby in Bethlehem



Angels We Have Heard On High