He was born one winter night
On a road between two towns
They wrapped Him up so warm and tight
and said, "It looks like heaven's come down."
They worried how to feed Him.
Simple trade was all they knew
It was hard enough to make ends meet
When they were only two.
But the cold, the dark, and hunger,
Couldn't take away their joy
And they knew that they would find a way
For that precious baby boy.