The Star Carol
Alfred S. Burt / Wihla Hutson
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