Little stranger in a manger little stranger sweet and mild. Mother Mary daddy Joseph watch o'er you their holy child. Searching for you to adore you come Three Kings led by a star.
What will the birds do mother in the spring. When they stop to gather crumbs around the door. Will they fly from the trees half as nice with glee. Asking why Joe wanders out no more.
We're living in a worried world a world that's full of fears. But there's one hopeful peace eternal I hope that it's very near. Little children are the hope of the world.
Broken hearted and so sad golden curls all wet with tears. Twas a picture of sorrow to see. Kneeling close to the side of his pal and only pride. A little lad these words he told me.
Witten and Recorded by Hank Snow. . (A) Linda Lou, honest true,. I'm just wild about your lovely eyes of (E7) blue,. For your smile, I'd walk miles,. For my honey child I'm glad to be with (A) you,.
Would you like to hear the story. Of a girl that many soldiers know. It's a tale of love and all its glory. They tell when the lights are soft and low.
You look so pretty lying there with dreamland's smile upon your face. Your golden curls in disarray upon your starched white pillow case. The soft blue satin covers pulled up tight around your lovely throat.
I was standing by my window yesterday morning. Without a thought of worry or of care. When I saw a postman coming up the pathway. With such a happy face and jolly air.
On a quiet summer day long ago and far away. Two tiny tots their game of play did end. As they gazed into the sky where the lazy clouds go by. The little girl said let's just play pretend.
Let me go, let me go, let me go woman. Let me be, set me free from your spell. You made me weak, cut me deep I can't sleep woman. I was cursed from the first day I fell.
Lazy bones sleepin' in the sun how you think you gonna get your day work done. You'll never get your day work dones leepin' in the noonday sun. Lazy bones sleepin' in the shade how you gonna get your corn meal made.
It's a lesson too late for the learning made of sand made of sand. In the wink of an eye my soul is turning in your hand in your hand. Are you going away with no word of farewell.
If I walk in the pathway of duty if I work till the close of the day. I shall see the great king in his beauty when I've gone the last mile of the way.
I'm a lady's man oh yes, siree. I like the gals and the gals like me. Can I make 'em swoon oh yes, I can. Don't know what it is about me they love. But what it is I got plenty of.
LOVIN' ON BACK STREETS. (Hugh King). '72 Milene Music. . We tried to pick the most unlikely places. Where no one's out to know us by our name. And for a while we shared the sweet affection.
Well you stole my heart and that's a sin but in this case I hope you win. Love thief that's what you are. You took my heart and that's a crime but I don't care if it's just mine.
Just a rolling stone all alone and lost. For a life of sin I have paid the cost. When I pass by all the people say. Just another guy down the lost highway.
LORD KNOWS I'M DRINKING. (Bill Anderson). '72 Stallion Music. . Hello Mrs Johnson you self righteous woman. Sunday School teacher what brings you out slummin'.
In a little Rosewood casket in the hall up on a stand. There's a package of old love letters written by a true love's hand. Won't you go and get them sister read them o'er to me tonight.