Mary was the first of three
Long, black hair and sugar sweet
Daddy's eyes and mama's crooked smile
She was barely seventeen, got a job keepin' dishes clean
Planned to stay in the city for awhile (for awhile)
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
Bought a ring and won Mary's heart
Had hopes for a home and kids someday (kids someday)
The angels scared her half to death
She would have 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 at the inn
So, in a barn she gave birth
To the King of Kings, the Lord of Lords
Just a little bitty thing sleeping on the hay (sleeping on the hay)
The story's to long to tell
But walked on water and lived through hell
Keeled on a cross, and rose from the grave
We got a King, they got a Son
Mary & Joseph were the only ones
There on that very first Christmas day
There on that very first Christmas day
