It was not a silent night  There was blood on the ground  You could hear a woman cry  In the alleyways 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 the 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 at her side  Callused hands and weary eyes  There were no midwives to be found  In 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 the tears upon her face  It was a labor of love