Lyrics

Jesus, Jesus, rest your head.
You have got a manger bed.
All the wicked folk on earth
Sleep in feathers at their birth.
Jesus, Jesus, rest your head.
You have got a manger bed.
Have you heard about our Jesus?
Have you heard about his fate?
How his mother came to a stable
On that Christmas Eve so late?
Winds were blowing, cows were lowing,
Stars were glowing, glowing, glowing.
To the manger came the Wise Men
Bringing gifts from hin and yon,
For the mother and the father,
And the blessed little Son.
Farm folk left their fields and flocks and
Sat amidst the horse and oxen
Written by: Anonymous
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