Mary holds her baby, love enfolding love, while a choir of angels softly sing above. Mary holds her baby, gazing in his eyes, while a beam of starlight falls from heaven's skies. Mary holds her baby closer to her heart, as the noble wisemen, mysteries impart. Mary holds her baby, tiny form sublime, infinite in splendor, born as love divine. Mary holds her baby, sings a lullaby, gentle shepherds echo rapturous reply. Mary holds her baby, knows his love is true, in our hearts forever, we can hold him too.