ong years ago, on a deep winter night.   High in the heavens, a star shone bright.   While in the manger, a wee baby lay.   Sweetly asleep, on a bed of hay.      Jesus our lord, was that baby so small.   Lay down to sleep, in a humble stall.   Then came the star, and it stood over head.   Shedding its light, 'round his little head.      Dear baby Jesus, how tiny thou art.   I'll make a place, for thee in my heart.   And when the stars, in the heavens I see.   Ever and always, I'd think of thee...