(William J. Golay)



On a cold night, late December

As the snow fell to earth

That's the one night, we remember

When a woman gave birth

And for miles and miles around

The baby's cry was the only sound



Did He know the world was filled with pain

Could He feel all the hunger and the shame

Or did He know about the way He would die

And the reason why

Is that what made the baby cry?

Is that what made the baby cry?



As his Mother turned to hold Him

Her face filled with joy

He grew quiet when She told Him

He was more than just her baby boy

And for miles and miles around

Her lullaby was the only sound



Did She know the world was filled with pain

Could She feel all the hunger and the shame

Or did She know about the way He would die

And the reason why

Is that what made Her baby cry?

Is that what made Her baby cry?



And as He fell asleep

She wiped away His tears

But the question still remains

Have we changed in two thousand years



Don't you know the world is still in pain

Can't you feel all the hunger and the shame

Did we forget about the way that He died

And the reason why

Would we still make the baby cry?

Would we still make the baby cry?