Intro
D
Verse 1
G A D
It was not a silent night, there was blood on the ground
G A
You could hear a woman cry, in the alleyway that night
D
On the streets of David's town
Bm F#m
And the stable was not clean, and the cobblestones were cold
G A
And little Mary full of grace, With the tears upon her face
D
Had no mother's hand to hold
Chorus
G A Bm D
It was a labor of pain, it was a cold sky above
G
But for the girl on the ground in the dark
A
With every beat of her beautiful heart
D
It was a labor of love
Verse 2
G A D
Noble Joseph by her side, callused hands and weary eyes
G A
There were no midwives to be found, on the streets of David's town
D
In the middle of the night
Bm F#m
So he held her and he prayed, shafts of moonlight on his face
G A
For the baby in her womb, He was the Maker of the moon
D/F# A
He was the Author of the faith that could make the mountains move
Chorus
Chorus
Ending
G A
Little Mary full of grace, with the tears upon her face
D A D
It was a labor of love
Labor Of Love Lyrics:
Verse 1
It was not a silent night, there was blood on the ground
You could hear a woman cry, in the alleyway 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
Chorus
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
Verse 2
Noble Joseph by her side, callused hands and weary eyes
There were no midwives to be found, on 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
For 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
Chorus
Chorus
Ending
Little Mary full of grace, with the tears upon her face
It was a labor of love
It was not a silent night, there was blood on the ground
You could hear a woman cry, in the alleyway 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
Chorus
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
Verse 2
Noble Joseph by her side, callused hands and weary eyes
There were no midwives to be found, on 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
For 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
Chorus
Chorus
Ending
Little Mary full of grace, with the tears upon her face
It was a labor of love
Last reviewed by: Hannah Sweeney

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