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