Baby in the Hay

Back in old-time Israel
Star shining o’er the hill
Ol' shepherds in the fields
They lay
Three Wise Men in the night
Following that yonder light
Going to see that baby
In the day
And all across the earth
Proclaim the Holy Birth
From the mountains echoing
The joyous strings
And in the manger sound asleep
The blowing of peace
A little baby lay
In the hay
Incense and golden grain
All the gifts from the eastern kings
And the herald angels sing
Presents to God, the King
And a sweet song for that baby
In the hay
And a sweet song for that baby
In the hay