The Very First Christmas of All
John Roberts, Peter Hart
One night, when the world was asleep
While shepherds were watching their sheep
They gazed from afar at a star they saw
Then followed that star to a stable door
A child in a manger they found
With gifts made of gold on the ground
And so it began in that humble stall
The very first Christmas of all
They gazed from afar at a star they saw
Then followed that star to a stable door
A child in a manger they found
With gifts made of gold on the ground
And so it began in that humble stall
The very first Christmas of all
Silent night, holy night