(Oh-oh-o-o-oh (Oh-o-o-oh Perhaps this final act was meant To clease your lifetime's arguments But nothing comes from violence And nothing ever could For all those born beneath an angry star Lest we forget how fragile we are What child is this who laid to rest on Mary's lap is sleeping Whom angels greet with anthems sweet While shepherds watch are keeping This, this is Christ the King Whom shepherds guard and angels sing Haste, haste to bring him laud The babe, the son of Mary On and on the rain will fall Like tears from the star Like tears from the star On and on the rain will say How fragile we are How fragile we are So bring him incense, gold, and myrrh Come peasant, come king to own him The king of kings salvation brings Let loving hearts enthrone him This, this is Christ the King Whom shepherds guard and angels sing Haste, haste to bring him laud The babe, the son of Mary On and on the rain will fall Like tears from the star Like tears from the star On and on the rain will say How fragile we are How fragile we are On and on the rain will fall Like tears from the star Like tears from the star On and on the rain will say How fragile we are Fragile How fragile we are