baby son
Singer:john mark mcmillan
we thought you'd come with a crown of gold
a string of pearls and a cashmere robe
we thought you'd clinch an iron fist
and rain like fire on the politics
but common born in mother's arms
the government now rests upon
the shoulders of this baby son
have you no room inside your heart
but upon profane shines sacred sun
not ashamed to be one of us
but common born in mother's arms
the government now rests upon
the shoulders of this baby son