It was not a silent night
There was blood on the ground
You could hear a woman cry

In the alleyways that night
On the streets of David's town


And the stable was not clean
And the cobblestones were cold
And little Mary full of grace

With the tears upon her face
Had no mother's hand to hold


It was a labor of pain
It was a cold sky above
But for the girl on the ground in the dark

With every beat of her beautiful heart
It was a labor of love


Noble Joseph at her side
Callused hands and weary eyes
There were no midwives to be found

In the streets of David's town
In the middle of the night


So he held her and he prayed
Shafts of moonlight on his face
But the baby in her womb

He was the maker of the moon
He was the Author of the faith
That could make the mountains move


It was a labor of pain
It was a cold sky above

But for the girl on the ground in the dark
With every beat of her beautiful heart
It was a labor of love

For little Mary full of grace
With the tears upon her face
It was a labor of love