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
Call 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
(fading out)