The Ballad Of The Christmas Donkey
Long ago, in another day
A donkey cried in his donkey way
I'm not beautiful, I'm not beautiful
What good to anyone am I?
Other animals are big and strong
Or rare or filled with an animal song
But I'm not beautiful, I'm not beautiful
What good to anyone am I?
Heaven cried
Donkey you can carry
Will you carry Mary?
Angels for your guide
On Christmas morn', in the stable hay
The donkey smiled in his donkey way
I feel beautiful, I feel beautiful
As beautiful as anyone am I
As beautiful as anyone am I
