when the fir and the pine
stretched their arms high
to praise you and to glorify you-oh Lord
You cam down on earth
leaing behind that majestic throne born in a mere stable.
Tafetta ah! no tafetta was to be seen instead tatters.
You Lord tiptoed in the stillness of the night.
Son of the most high was born,
and no virtuso to play on the harp
in lieu jingle jangle of the cowbells
were lullaby to the son of most high JESUS
The shepherds came as directed by the angels
Three wise men from oriental followed
their yonder star-a star beaming high
to revere Him offered gold,frankinsence and myrhh.
But lord what can I give you?
Yes, lord in the stillness of the night you tip toed into my heart.