Mary had a little lamb
His heart was pure as gold
And everywhere that Mary went
Her lamb was sure to go
Then before her very eyes
Her little lamb grew up
The hour had come to make his climb
And drink his bitter cup
How Mary mourned for her little lamb
She once cradled in her arms
And kissed away his every tear
And protected him from harm
In her heart she always knew
Her lamb was born to die
To save the dying world from sin
And give it eternal life
So as you kneel beneath the tree
Gathering treasures in your hands
Remember to thank our loving God
For Mary’s little lamb
Straight From the Heart 