by Trisha Yearwood on album The Sweetest Gift
One day a mother went to a prison To see an erring but precious son She told the warden how much she loved him It did not matter what he had done She did not bring to him a parole or pardon free
by Trisha Yearwood on album The Sweetest Gift
(J.B. Coats) One day a mother went to prison To see and eering but precious son She told the warden how much she loved him It did not matter what he had done. She did not bring to him A parole or pa
by Trisha Yearwood on album The Sweetest Gift
(J.B. Coats) One day a mother went to prison To see and eering but precious son She told the warden how much she loved him It did not matter what he had done. She did not bring to him A parole or pa
by Trisha Yearwood on album Country Christmas: The Very Best of Nashville Christmas
(J.B. Coats) One day a mother went to prison To see and eering but precious son She told the warden how much she loved him It did not matter what he had done. She did not bring to him A parole or pa
by Trisha Yearwood on album A Country Christmas: Today's Country
(J.B. Coats) One day a mother went to prison To see and eering but precious son She told the warden how much she loved him It did not matter what he had done. She did not bring to him A parole or pa
by Trisha Yearwood on album The Sweetest Gift
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire Jack Frost nipping at your nose Yuletide carols being sung by a choir And folks dressed up like Eskimos Everybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe Help to ma
by Trisha Yearwood on album The Sweetest Gift
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire Jack Frost nipping at your nose Yuletide carols being sung by a choir And folks dressed up like Eskimos Everybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe Help to make the
by Trisha Yearwood on album The Sweetest Gift
The city's decorated up for Christmas All the stores are open late tonight People hurry through the frozen streets I take a walk Every child has a thousand wishes Every window has a thousand li
by Trisha Yearwood on album The Sweetest Gift
Sweet little Jesus Boy They made You be born in a manger Sweet little Holy Child We didn't know who You were Didn't know you'd come to save us Lord To take our sins away Our eyes were blind, w
by Trisha Yearwood on album The Sweetest Gift
He was her man, she was his wife And late one winter night He knelt by her as she gave birth But it wasn't his child, it wasn't his child Yet still he took him as his own And as he watched him
by Trisha Yearwood on album The Sweetest Gift
(Don Cook/Curly Putnam/Keith Whitley) We're looking for the king The new Messiah We're following the star Shinging brighter Old man won't you help us if you can He shook his head but pointed with his
by Trisha Yearwood on album The Sweetest Gift
He Was Her Man, She Was His Wife And Late One Winter Night, He Knelt By Her As She Gave Birth But It Wasn't His Child, It Wasn't His Child Yet Still He Took Him As His Own And As He Watched Him Grow,
by Trisha Yearwood on album The Sweetest Gift
(Don Cook/Curly Putnam/Keith Whitley) We're looking for the king The new Messiah We're following the star Shinging brighter Old man won't you help us if you can He shook his head but pointed with his
by Trisha Yearwood on album The Sweetest Gift
He Was Her Man, She Was His Wife And Late One Winter Night, He Knelt By Her As She Gave Birth But It Wasn't His Child, It Wasn't His Child Yet Still He Took Him As His Own And As He Watched Him Grow,
by Trisha Yearwood on album The Sweetest Gift
Away in a manger, no crib for His bed The little Lord Jesus lay down His sweet head The stars in the bright sky, look down where He lay The little Lord Jesus, asleep on the hay The cattle are lo
by Trisha Yearwood on album The Sweetest Gift
We're looking for the King, the new Messiah We're following the star, shining brighter Old man, won't you help us if you can He shook his head but he pointed his hand There's a new kid in town
by Trisha Yearwood on album The Sweetest Gift
Well, it's Christmas time pretty baby The snow has fallen on the ground Yeah, it's Christmas time pretty baby The snow has fallen on the ground Well, you be a real good little baby Santa Claus is
by Trisha Yearwood on album The Sweetest Gift
Oh, the weather outside is frightful But the fire is so delightful And since we've no place to go Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow It doesn't show signs of stopping And I brought some corn