dos Ce drole de nom de bapteme Jesus Bambino Comme un fardeau aussi lourd que le monde posait sur son dos Ce drole de nom de bapteme Jesus Bambino
Jesus loves the little children, He loves the retards too, But not as much as the little children, Or else his heart would go blue, Jesus loves the little
Hello Jesus Jesus children Jesus loves you Jesus children Hello children, Jesus loves you of America Are you hearing What he's saying? Are you feeling
When I'm alone, I often think of an old house on the hill Of a big yard hedged in roses where we ran and played at will And when the night time brought
Caro Gesu bambino Tu che sei tanto buono Fammi questo piacer Lascia una volta il cielo E vieni a giocar A giocare con me Lo sai, il babbo e povero Ed
... Jesus come talk to your children Jesus come talk to us Lord Jesus come talk, come talk, come talk to your children Jesus come talk to your children Jesus
A-B-C-D-E-F-G, Jesus died for you and me H-I-J-K-L-M-N, Jesus died for sinful men, AMEN! O-P-Q-R-S-T-U, I believe God's word is true, V-W, God has promised
will see Jesus will call for you and for me And we'll all be together as our new life begins when Jesus calls all his children in When Jesus calls all
Saint Teresa the Sacred parted us in 1783 Her body was found incorrupt with no sign of decay Saint Frances Xavier got dug up in 1975 All the priests were
Jesus, baby Jesus Baby Jesus is born Baby Jesus, baby Jesus Baby Jesus is born Baby Jesus, baby Jesus Baby Jesus is born Baby Jesus, baby Jesus Baby Jesus
(Adapted and Arranged by Dougie MacLean and Kathy Mattea) (Translation by Kenna Campbell) My love, my treasured one are you My sweet and lovely son are
, oh ooh yeah Jesus loves the little children All the children of the world Red and yellow, black and white They're all precious in his sight Jesus loves
Oh dear, the eye that softly looks Oh dear, the heart that fondly loves Though but a tender babe thou art The graces all grow up with thee Oh dear, the
DOOR I OFTEN WALK RIGHT BY HER HOUSE ON MY WAY TO THE STORE UP THERE WHERE THOSE ITALIAN MOTHERS DRESS THERE SHIVERING BAMBINOS FOR THE RAIN SHE TELLS ME ABOUT JESUS
it like you like it Get it like you like it Fire makes it burn and water makes it turn We must still be here living on earth They keep telling me Jesus
