Randy Travis - Labor Of Love lyrics
[Randy Travis - Labor Of Love lyrics]
It was not a silent night
There was blood on the ground
You could hear a woman cry in the alleyway
That night on the streets of David's town
And the stable was not clean
And the cobblestones were cold
And little Mary full of grace with tears upon
Her face had no mother's 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 with every beat of her beautiful heart
It was a labor of love
Noble Joseph by her side
Callused hands and weary eyes
No midwives to be found on the streets of
David's town in the middle of the night
So he held her and he prayed
Shafts of moonlight on his face
But the baby in her womb
He was the maker of the moon
He was the Author of the Faith
That could make the mountains move
It was a labor of pain
It was a cold sky above
But for the girl on the ground in the
Dark with every beat of her beautiful heart
It was a labor of love
For little Mary full of grace
With tears on her face
It was a labor of love
It was not a silent night
On the streets of David's town
There was blood on the ground
You could hear a woman cry in the alleyway
That night on the streets of David's town
And the stable was not clean
And the cobblestones were cold
And little Mary full of grace with tears upon
Her face had no mother's 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 with every beat of her beautiful heart
It was a labor of love
Noble Joseph by her side
Callused hands and weary eyes
No midwives to be found on the streets of
David's town in the middle of the night
So he held her and he prayed
Shafts of moonlight on his face
But the baby in her womb
He was the maker of the moon
He was the Author of the Faith
That could make the mountains move
It was a labor of pain
It was a cold sky above
But for the girl on the ground in the
Dark with every beat of her beautiful heart
It was a labor of love
For little Mary full of grace
With tears on her face
It was a labor of love
It was not a silent night
On the streets of David's town