The first Christmas

A star was His nightlight,

His quilt was the sky,

and soft sang His Mother,

In case He should cry.

And all the brown cattle

came close to His bed

To see the wee Baby

asleep in their shed.

Softly sing, softly sing, softly sing.

His carols were praises

of love and good will

That rose in the midnight,

so calm and so still,

To herald the earliest

Christmas we know,

When Jesus was little,

a long while ago.

Softly sing, softly sing, softly sing.