Labor Of Love - The Isaacs

It was not a silent night

there was blood on the ground

you could hear a woman cry

in the alleway that night

on the streets of Davids town

And the stable was not clean

And the cobblestones were cold

Little mary full of grace

With the tears upon her face

Had no Mothers hand to hold

It was a labor of pain

It was a cold sky above

but for the girl on the ground in the dark

Every beat of her beautiful heart

was a labor of love

Nobel Joseph by her side

calloused hands, and weary eyes

there were no midwives to be found

in the streets of davids town

in the middle of the night

so he held her abd he prayed

shafts of moonlight on his face

but the baby in the womb

he was the maker of the moon

he was the author of the faith

that could make the mountains move

oohhh

it was a labor of pain

it was a cold sky above

but for the ground in the dark

every beat of her beautiful heart

it was a labor of love

little mary full of grace

with the tears upon her face

was a labor of love

It was not a silent night

on the streets of Davids town