Gray, Michael - Weary Land - текст песни (слова)

Mary bore a little baby 
 born'd in Bethlehem.
 Every time the Baby cried, 
 she walked in a weary land.
 
 Ain't that a rockin' all night long
 to walk in a weary land?
 
 Soldiers tried to kill the baby.
 Mary's family ran.
 Every time the Baby cried, 
 she walked in a weary land.