Oh, carry her safe to Bethlehem,
Little Grey Donkey, tonight.
A miracle rests on your small feet,
Little Grey Donkey, tonight.
Say, I'll bet you didn't know that way,
of the sixth day of creation,
the Lord was mighty tired
of making the sun, the moon,
What's more, on top of all that,
He'd made Mr. Adam an d Mrs. Eve,
lightning bugs, polar bears,
lots of other walking, flying,
creeping creatures too numerous to even mention.
a sudden thought made him stop.
He studded on it for a moment,
and then he picked up another
After shaping it to his liking,
and took a pinch of courage,
six grains of faithfulness,
and a good big handful of
Putting all this into the
little animal he had fashioned
for a very special time he knew would come,
and sent it down to earth.
the dusty road to Bethlehem
and in that throng a donkey walked,
as donkeys plod their donkey days
No hand reached out to touch him
as he went his donkey way,
no scribe set down his donkey name
no eye could see a radiance
who plodded and on to Bethlehem
O carry her safe to Bethlehem,
little grey donkey, tonight.
A miracle rests on your small feet,
little grey donkey, tonight.
ing your mission di vine,
And over a stable a star waits to shine,
While shepherds and wise men
Little grey donkey, do not.
A king will come, the prophets cried,
As kings have come of yore,
On noble steed with golden crown
But on that silent holy night,
there was no pomp nor pride
The child king came to Bethlehem
a donkey old and tired and gray
with long and drooping ears,
A donkey plodding through the dust
to see God's will was done
and bearing on his ragged the
Oh, carry her safe to Bethlehem,
Little Grey Donkey, tonight.
A miracle rests on your small feet,
Little Grey Donkey, tonight.
All heaven is watching your patiently
Wise shepherds and wise men
God's little donkey tonight.