Christmas Baby Cries By the Annie Moses Band

Mountain pine weighed down so low
Branches bowed with silent snow
But underneath the glistening
The wordless wood is listening
Listening
Listening
Before the frost will fly
When the Christmas baby cries

Beasts that bristle in the cold
Huddle in the bitter blow
But while the blast is thundering
Their frozen souls are wondering
Wondering
Wondering
If this is the night
When the Christmas baby cries

Wind comes creeping through the cracks
Flame blows from the candle wax
Yet there is faith for fragile men
A child is born in Bethlehem
Bethlehem
Bethlehem
For our hope will rise
For our hope will rise
For our hope will rise
When the Christmas baby cries