Long time ago in Bethlehem So the holy Bible say Mary's boy child Jesus Christ Was born on Christmas day Hark now hear the angels sing A new King's born
Fields of green by the side of the road Going down in Mary's land Roll down the window feel the cool of a grove Hit the palm of your outstretched hand
The grapes in Mary's vineyard are the sweetest on the vine Old man Oscar Dill lived back in the Tennessee hills He's got him two or three stills and he
She said, 'I was seven and you were nine I looked at you like the stars that shined In the sky, the pretty lights' 'And our daddies used to joke about
I Can See By Your Gaze I'm Feeling In My Home Port And I Can Feel This Morning Thinking Was I Here Or Was I Gone? And The Walls Do Come Down Did You
" You must go, must flee For they will hunt you down You and your unborn seed In all of Gaul is there safety? Les Saint Marie de la Mer You will dance the ring Marys
It never seems to fail. A thousand "Hail Marys" and I'm still among the wretched. I'll betcha dimes to donuts that this treachery will prevail
A friend of mine told me one clearly mornin' (Over at Mary's place, ho) Said tonight there's gonna be a party goin' on (Over at Mary's place, ho) He
Danny is lonely 'cause Mary's in India now She said she'd call but that was three weeks ago She left all her things, well, her books and her letters from
Mary got a brand new car Mary got a brand new set of wheels Now everyone is so charged Man, you don't know how good it feels And we wanna go where she
Before time my life was chosen For this miracle performed That through me would come a baby Who would one day be my Lord But right now He's just a baby
Everything is wonderful, being here is heavenly, Every single day she sends, everything is free I used to be so careless, as if I couldn't care less,
At night my body stays home, my mind climbs over the fence To a place not too far where things don't have to make sense. And it takes with it things it
It's raining In Saint Mary's gate Watch the dirt From the dirty street Pour down and make it clean Dirty water Do like we all do See what you want to
The bells of St. Mary's Ah, here they are calling The young loves, and the true loves That come from the sea And so my beloved When the red leaves are
Mary can't move she hurt her neck she's paralised but she's a popular girl she just smiles as her friends pass by It's funny how they all have the look
Written by don cook & keith whitley Out here is the country there's magic in the air. It's the middle of december there's excitement eveywhere Everyone
The bells of St. Mary's Ah, hear they are calling The young loves, the true loves Who come from the sea And so my beloved When red leaves are falling