On a donkey brown and gray,
Mary rides on Christmas day.
Joseph stays by Mary’s side,
as it turns to Christmas night.
A star now leads them on,
On to little Bethlehem.
Angels sing, “Peace and good will on earth.”
Mary’s drawing close to birth.
The angels in heaven sing, “Alleluia,”
Shepherds stand watch on the hills.
All the rooms in the village are taken and filled.
There’s no room, no room for the King.
There’s no place, no place in poor Bethlehem.
No place, no room in the inn.
Humbly on the way they pray.
Hear the donkey’s joyful bray.
Joseph finds a stable poor.
Mary sits upon the floor.
The angels in heaven sing, “Alleluia!
Glory to God be on high.”
In an old, wooden manger, behold the sweet child.
The Savior is born Christmas night.
Our Savior is born Christmas night.