Lyrics
It was not a silent night
There was blood on the ground
You could hear a woman cry
In the alleyway that night
In the streets of David's town
And the stable wasn't clean
And the cobblestone was cold
Little Mary full of grace,
And the tears upon her face
With no mothers hand to hold
It was a labor of pain
It was a cold sky above
For the girl on the ground in the dark
Every beat of her beautiful heart
It was a labor of love
Noble Joseph by her side
Callused hands and weary eyes
There were no midwifes to be found
In the streets of David's town
In the middle of the night
So he held her and he prayed
Shafts of moonlight on his face
But the baby in the womb
He was the maker of the womb
He was the author of the faith
That could make the mountains move
It was a labor of pain
It was a cold sky above
For the girl on the ground in the dark
Every beat of her beautiful heart
It was a labor of love
Little Mary full of grace
With the tears upon her face
It was a labor of love