The Babe that was born of Mary, one cold and wintry night, He lay in a manger lowly me, a star that shined so bright. Nowhere, nowhere, how the angels sing, nowhere, nowhere, how the heavens ring, The Babe that was born of Mary, one cold and wintry night. The shepherds are guarding in the fields, were watching over their sheep. And there in the town of Bethlehem, Mary sang her darling to sleep. The egg was filled with the precious love of the Holy Child sent from above. The shepherds are guarding in the fields, were watching over their sheep. And out of the east three wise men came to see the promised King. They knelt down before this Holy Child, and an offering they did bring. They praised this One who had come to earth, and the glories of His wondrous birth. And out of the east three wise men came to see the promised King, born of Mary.