A Christmas Story (part four)
I cooed a gentle lullaby When sun was fading across the sky. I’d sing a soft sweet song of peace To soothe a newborn babe to sleep. Oh so low, oh so slow To soothe a newborn king to sleep I’d sing of racing clouds cross blue sky I’d sing of bee and butterfly Oh so low, oh so slow To soothe a newborn... Sign in to see full entry.