Gentle Mary Laid Her Child Gentle Mary laid her Child Lowly in a manger; There He lay, the undefiled, To the world a Stranger. Such a Babe in such a place
Strumming my pain with his fingers singing my life with his words killing me softly with his song killing me softly with his song telling my whole life with his words killing me softly with his song
: It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to walk That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind your
: It's knowin' that your door is always open And you path is free to walk That makes me tend to keep my sleeping bag rolled up And stashed behind your
: Sleep then my princess, oh sleep Slowly the grey shadows creep Forest and meadow are still Peace falls on valley and hill Luna appears in the sky Holding
Gentle Mary Laid Her Child Gentle Mary laid her Child Lowly in a manger; There He lay, the undefiled, To the world a Stranger. Such a Babe in such a
It's knowin' that your door is always open And you path is free to walk That makes me tend to keep my sleeping bag rolled up And stashed behind your
It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to walk That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind your
song, Killing me softly with his song, Telling my whole life with his words, Killing me softly with his song ... I heard he sang a good song, I heard
Sleep then my princess, oh sleep Slowly the grey shadows creep Forest and meadow are still Peace falls on valley and hill Luna appears in the sky Holding
pain with his fingers Singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly with his song Telling my whole life with his words Killing me softly with his song