bliss, Worshiped the beloved with a kiss. What can I give him, poor as I am? If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb; If I were a wise man, I would
sufficed The Lord God Almighty Jesus Christ What can I give Him? Poor as I am If I were a shepherd I would bring a lamb If I were a wise man I would
the power People have the power Where there were deserts, I saw fountains Like cream the waters rise And we strolled there together With none to laugh or criticize There
Guess who's back Guess who's back Guess who's back Guess who's back Guess who's back You ain't black! So you were poor and you were trailer trash
Worshiped the beloved with a kiss Oh, what can I give Him, poor as I am? If I were a shepherd, would I bring a lamb If I were a wise man, would I do
bliss Worshiped the beloved with a kiss What can I give Him, poor as I am? If I were a shepherd I would bring a lamb If I were a wise man I would do
Christmas Day. Oh a moment still worth was a glow, all the bells rang out there were tears of joy and laughter, people shouted "let everyone know, there
I am Look this way In the landscape on your tray There's no need to ask a silly question If I were you I hope you'd do the same There's no doubt I'd
forth her firstborn son And wrapped in swaddling clothes And laid Him in a manger Because there was no room for them in the inn And there in the same country, shepherds
you know I loved you, it's all over now And I was there for you when you were lonely I was there when you were bad, I was there when you were sad Now
bliss, Worshipped the beloved with a kiss. What can I give Him, poor as I am? If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb; If I were a Wise Man, I would
will find its consolation Within that lovely cottage by the Lee My home, sweet home that I so fondly cherish The dear ones there mean everything to me In all this world, if there
Neptune has claimed another soul And so with Gods and men, the sheep remain inside their pen Until the shepherd leads his flock away The sands of time were
Well, the streets are doing a war dance As their sight is restored to the blind And I'm sifting trash on the off chance That there might be something
As it fell out upon a day As many in the year Musgrave to the church did go To see fair ladies there And some came down in red velvet And some came down
those who were fooled before Children, oh children, be free, be wild They came to bring the 'good news' To burn witches, pagans, Jews Said they were the Shepherd
A parody of "Riding With Private Malone" (Written by Thom Shepherd and Weed Newton. Recorded by David Ball) New lyrical adaptation by Cledus T. Judd (
laid to rest On Mary's lap is sleeping Whom angels greet with anthems sweet? While shepherds watch are keeping This, this is Christ the King Whom shepherds
