Verse 1

It was not a silent night
There was blood on the ground
You could hear a woman cry
In the alleyways that night
On the streets of David's town

Verse 2

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 3

Noble Joseph at 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

Verse 4

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

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

Tag

Little Mary full of grace
With the tears upon her face
It was a labor of love