Gretchen Peters - December child

What ^Cbabe is this who ^Fcries no tears Who ^Cbrought you forth, who ^Flaid you here? A ^Clittle child, a ^Ftiny thing How ^Ccan it be they ^Fcall you king A baby in a ^Gmanger born So ^Fearly on a ^GChristmas morn The ^Amangels sang, the ^Gheavens smiled And^F here you are D^Cecember child^F___ ^{C F}

De^Ccember child, so ^Ffull of grace So ^Chumbly born, so ^Fhighly praised They ^Cbring you gifts, they ^Ffollow stars They ^Csay they know who you ^Freally are But you are still your ^Gmother's son They ^Fsay you are the ^Gchosen one The ^Amkings and queens, the ^Grank and file All^F know your name D^Cecember child^F___ ^{C F}

While the shepherds^G watch they'^Amre keeping We ^Flie sleeping ^{C F}

De^Ccember child, the ^Fworld awaits And ^Csoon enough you'll ^Fmeet your fate Your ^Cmother's arms will ^Fsoon grow cold And ^Cyearn for her sweet ^Fbabe to hold And all the world, in ^Gall its need Will ^Fsoon be pulling ^Gat your sleeve So ^Amgive her time, a ^Glittle while And^F go to sleep D^Cecember child^F___ ^{C F}

For all the world, in ^Gall its need Will ^Fsoon be pulling ^Gat your sleeve So ^Amgive her time, a ^Glittle while And^F go to sleep D^Cecember child^F___ ^{C F C}oooo^Foh ooh ^Cooh