Scott Wesley Brown - This little child

^GWho would of thought That ^C/Glong ago, so ^D/Gvery far a^Gway A l^Gittle child ^C/Gwould be born And i^D/Gn a manger l^Gaid

And ^Gwho would have thought This ^C/Glittle child Was ^D/Gborn the King of ^GKings ^GThe Son of just a ^C/Gcarpenter But for ^D/Gwhom the angels ^Gsing

And ^Gwho would have thought That ^C/Gas He grew And with ^D/Gother children ^Gplayed This ^Gchild with whom They ^C/Glaughed and sang Would ^D/Gdie for them some ^Gday

And ^Gwho would have thought This ^C/Glittle child Could ^D/Gmake a blind man ^Gsee ^GFeed the hungry, make ^C/Grich the poor And ^D/Gset the sinner ^Gfree

Oh, ^Gwho would have thought This ^C/Glittle child Was ^D/Gwho the prophets said^G Would ^Gtake away the ^C/Gsins of man And ^D/Grise up f^Drom the d^Gead ^{C D}

Oh, ^CI bel^Gieve and ^CI will always ^Gsing This ^G/Alittle c^Ahild ^Cis ^Dthe ^GKing Oh, ^CI beli^Geve and ^CI will always ^Gsing This l^G/Aittle c^Ahild He ^Cis the ^DKing of ^C/GKings ^{G C D}

^GMany years have ^C/Gcome and gone Yet this ^D/Gworld remains the ^Gsame ^GEmpires have been built and ^C/Gfallen Only ^D/Gtime has made a ^Gchange

^GNation against ^C/Gnation ^D/GBrother against ^Gbrother ^GMen so filled with ^C/Ghatred ^D/GKilling one ^Ganother

And over ^Ghalf the world is ^C/Gstarving While our ^D/Gbanner of decency is ^Gtorn De^Gbating over ^C/Gdisarmament Killing ^D/Bchildren before they're ^Gborn

And ^Gfools who march to ^C/Gwin the right To ^D/Gjustify their ^Gsin Oh, every ^Gnation that has ^C/Gfallen Has ^D/Gfallen from ^Gwithin

Yet ^Gin the midst of this ^C/Gdarkness There is a ^D/Ghope, a light that ^Gburns This ^Glittle child, the ^C/GKing of Kings ^D/GSomeday w^Dill re^Gturn ^{C D}

And ^CI bel^Gieve and ^DI will always ^Gsing This ^G/Alittle ^Achild ^Cis ^Dthe ^GKing And ^CI bel^Gieve and ^DI will always ^Gsing This ^G/Alittle c^Ahild He ^Cis the ^DKing of ^C/Gkings ^{G C D}

And ^Gwho would have thought This ^C/Glittle child Is ^D/Gwho the prophets ^Gsaid ^GWill return to ^C/Gjudge this world The ^D/Gliving and the d^Gead ^{C D}

Oh, ^Gcan't you see That ^C/Glong ago, so ^D/Gvery far aw^Gay This ^Glittle child our ^C/Gonly hope Was ^D/Gborn a ^DKing that ^Gday ^{C D G}