| Work with all the sheep -- that’s my prime source of money
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| So when the sheep get dumb I can go and I find where they’re runnin'
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| Most were sound asleep -- I saw this curly sheep was jumpy
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| In the blink of an eye, she got mesmerized and went to discover something
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| Went to use my shepherd’s crook, she headed for the briars
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| I said, «There's something goin' on, baby girl» and «I'm gonna find ya»
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| She took a little spill and fell -- she slipped, poor little thing
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| I went to free my sheep in her moment of need
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| And that led us to the Child King
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| Child King
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| Child King
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| Shocking as it was, looking awesome, way up high
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| I saw this person it was not some bird but if he had to he just might fly
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| He looked at me, «A child,» he said, «that God sent is born tonight»
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| 'Cause there’s hope for thee, I bring goodwill and peace and news of Christ
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| So I turned into a mouse — I think that dude could hover
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| I feared before but yo, here’s some more
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| I looked up and there were some others
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| I didn’t know what to say — all those angels on the wing
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| But they sang a tune — and I was quite moved
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| And I left to view the Child King
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| Child King
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| I left to view the Child King
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| Child King
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| Please, baby, baby, please
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| You’d possibly expect they’d bling Him out with all this hype
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| But when me and the crew went to his digs
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| He wasn’t really the rich-guy type
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| Saw this precious little babe cryin', lyin' on a bed of straw
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| This sweet young miss, though, gave Him a kiss
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| And I knew that she was His ma
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| She took us to their living room — it was part outside
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| He didn’t glow but He fit the profile
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| I made up my own mind
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| I couldn’t get Him off my thoughts
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| It was … a dramatic thing
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| But that’s what happened to a lot of us after
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| From viewin' the Child King
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| Child King
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| We went to view the Child King
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| Please, baby, baby, please
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| Child King!
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| You know that Kid’ll grow and I mean no disrespect
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| But sometimes some Christians want Him to stop
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| So they’re spared His blood and death
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| They want Him to come and stay
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| A cute and little prince
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| But if He’s still a child He can’t save you later, and forgive your sins
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| So when there’s snow at Christmas
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| Let’s look at it another way
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| Our sins are whiter than snow because He took the toll
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| We weren’t prepared to pay
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| He was all alone when He set the tone
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| When they killed Him one spring
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| He needed to be older
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| To make you holy
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| 'Cause a babe can’t do that kind of thing
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| Save us?
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| Yo, suffering’s not for kiddies
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| That swaddlin' babe?
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| Just wait about 30 years
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| Catch Him at Easter, baby
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| Child King! |