For just such a baby as this of ours, With eyes of violet and hair of gold, Was born in a stable one winter's night, In the wonderful days of old. Oh, listen! That dear little blue-eyed thing, Of lords was the Lord, and of kings the King. Mother says that a bright star, far from the East, Guided three men who were wise and true, And she says they knelt on the stable ﬂoor, And looked deep down in the eyes of blue, That they smiled and prayed, while the tears fell slow, For He was their Lord and their King, you know. And the shepherds, guarding their ﬂocks on the hill, Saw the wings of angels glancing bright, And they fell on their faces, while hymns of peace Rang out through the Christmas night.