Mary was the first of three
Long black hair and sugar sweet

Daddy's eyes and Momma's crooked smile

She was barely seventeen

Got a job keepin' dishes clean

Planned to stay in this city for a while

For a while

Joseph ran a lumber yard

About a mile from Olive park

Quiet boy, he never had much to say

It was love right from the start

He bought a ring and won Mary's heart

Had hopes for a home and kids someday

Kids someday

The angel scared her half to death

She would've screamed but she lost her breath

On a midnight there in the middle of May

He said "Oh Mary, don't be afraid

You'll bear a son that the Lord has made

Name him Jesus, He'll light the way"

She packed the clothes, he made the plans

They had to go to Bethlehem

But there was nowhere left to stay

So in a barn she gave birth

To the King of Kings, the Lord of Earth

Just a little bitty thing sleeping on the hay

Sleeping on the hay

The story's too long to tell

But He walked on water and lived through hell

Killed on a cross and rose from the grave

We got a King, they got a Son

Mary and Joseph were the only ones

There on that very first Christmas day

There on that very first Christmas day