Labor of Love - Ver 2

D It was not a silentG)night There was blood on the groundD You could hear a woman G)cry in the alleyway that A)night on the streets of David's townD And the stable was not (Em) clean, and the cobblestones were F cold. And little Mary full of G grace with the tears upon her A face had no mother's hand to hold D It was a labor of G pain, it was cold sky a (Em) bove. But for the girl on the ground in the G dark Every beat of her beautiful A heart was A labor of Love D Noble Joseph at herG)side Callused hands and weary eyesD There were no midwives to beG)found In the streets of David'sA)town In the middle of the nightD So he held her and he(Em)prayed Shafts of moonlight on hisF)face But the baby in her wombG He was the maker of the moonA He was the Author of the faithD That could(Dsus)make the mountains move(A let ring out) G (mess around with hammer-ons and what not for 2 measures) D (Again 2 measures) G (one Measure) A (one measure) Em (one measure) F It was a labor of G pain, it was cold sky a (Em) bove. But for the girl on the ground in the G dark Every beat of her beautiful A heart was a labor of Love (Em) For little Mary full of grace G With the tears upon her face A It was a labor of love (D Let ring out) G D It was not a silent(G5)night A...In the Streets of David's TownD Dsus D G A D