A Cradle Prayer
Jesus I love you my Lord my life Where would I be without you Here in the quiet, the still,
Jesus I love you my Lord my life Where would I be without you Here in the quiet, the still,
From Coney Island to the sunset strip Somebody’s gonna make a happy trip Tonight While the moon is bright He’s
Santa Baby, just slip a sable under the tree, For me. Been an awful good girl, Santa baby, So hurry