Lyrics Cymru Fach - Ensemble , Katherine Jenkins
Haven′t
you
heard
a
child
is
born
that
all
want
to
see?
Son
of
a
pure
and
modest
virgin,
Mary's
her
name
They
say,
her
baby
is
the
savior
prophets
proclaim
I
would
be
pleased
to
go
with
you
so
likely
I′ll
go
But
can
we
take
our
time
to
see
him?
Shop
on
the
road?
Have
you
some
cake
to
take
the
infant?
Sugar-plums,
too?
I'm
sure
that
Mary's
house
is
lovely,
tidy
and
new
I
am
afraid
that
you′re
mistaken,
wrong
as
can
be
This
blessed
maiden
has
no
splendid
rich
place
to
stay
For
she
lies
within
a
wretched
stable,
dirty
and
poor
There
is
no
table
for
your
presents,
only
the
floor
Surely
she
has
a
warm
soft
cradle
there
for
the
child
One
has
to
rock
and
calm
an
infant
so
weak
and
so
mild
What
sort
of
guards
and
servants
has
she
to
give
her
aid?
Cannot
the
heavenly
father′s
power
help
the
poor
maid?
All
they
could
think
to
find
for
a
cradle,
a
manger
bed
Bundle
of
dusty,
dry
straw
to
pillow
his
head
Joseph,
her
husband,
he
cares
for
Mary
best
as
he
can
In
place
of
servant,
ox
and
donkey
are
looking
on
Traveling
tires
me
and
this
journey
seems
a
long
way
Only
to
see
a
new-born
baby
lying
on
hay
Maybe
you
shepherds
find
excitement
in
this
affair
But
I
am
used
to
things
much
better
in
which
to
share
You
must
not
talk
that
way,
my
neighbor,
mark
what
I
say
Upon
my
honor,
this
is
our
savior
born
on
this
day
It
is
his
choice
to
come
so
humbly
there
in
a
stall
Granting
his
power
and
grace
so
gently
to
one
and
all
O
blessed
mother,
free
us
all
from
arrogant
pride
May
we,
when
life
on
earth
is
ended,
hasten
to
your
side
Daring
to
hope
you
will
present
us
to
your
dear
son
And
that
we'll
gain
the
bliss
and
joy
of
paradise
won
Haven′t
you
heard
a
child
is
born
that
all
want
to
see?
Son
of
a
pure
and
modest
virgin,
Mary's
her
name
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