When the Christmas Baby Cries - 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

For the frost will fly when the Christmas baby cries

Beasts that bristle with 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

For the frost will fly when the Christmas baby cries

Wind comes creeping through the cracks

Flame blows from the candle wax

Yet there is faith for fragile man

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