Doc Watson - Christmas lullaby

^AmHush, my babe, lie ^Cstill and ^C/Gslumber, ^CHoly angels ^Amguard ^Gthy ^Cbed. ^CHeavenly ^Amblessings ^Dmwithout ^Amnum-^Gber ^AmGently ^Emstealing on thy ^Amhead. ^{Em Am Em}

^AmHow much better art ^Cthou at^C/Gtended ^CThan the Son of ^AmGod ^Gcould ^Cbe, ^CWhen from^Am heaven ^DmHe des^Amcend^Ged ^AmAnd bec^Emame a child like ^Amthee? ^{Em Am Em}

^AmSoft and easy ^Cis thy ^C/Gcradle-- ^CCoarse and hard the ^AmSavi-^Gour ^Clay, When His ^Ambirthplace ^Dmwas a ^Amstab^Gle, ^AmAnd His ^Emsoftest bed was ^Amhay. ^{Em Am Em}

^AmHush, my babe, lie ^Cstill and ^C/Gslumber, ^CHoly angels ^Amguard ^Gthy ^Cbed. ^CHeavenly ^Amblessings ^Dmwithout ^Amnum-^Gber ^AmGently ^Emstealing on thy ^Amhead. ^{Em Am Em Am}Gently ^Emstealing on thy ^Amhead.