There was a little Shepard boy
Lost so long a go
Then he heard the angels singing
And knew just where to go
He followed the brightest star
Shinning so high above
To a quiet lonely stable
But a shelter filled with love
Long before the prophets spoke
Of a sacred night to come
With the birth of a heavenly son
And the time of sin be done
But the Shepard boy just watched in awe
As he finally understood
That the child in the makeshift crib
Would be everything kind and good
