Star at Christmas [Out of Print]

Night and a golden star, shining, shining, Pouring its light overhead. See! There’s a holy child, Softly sleeping, laid in a manger bed. His mother sings to him a lullaby. Sleep my dear, my darling, Pure and holy thou art. My arm shall be thy cradle, Thy home shall be my heart. Thy home shall be my heart. Still there’s a golden star. Come ye! Come ye! Follow that light overhead. Kneel by the holy child, Lay your treasures all by the manger bed. We too may sing to him a lullaby. Sleep my dear, my darling, Pure and holy thou art. My arm shall be thy cradle, Thy home shall be my heart. Thy home shall be my heart.