What Child Is This

{Sometimes I just wonder how it must have been actually
 Have lived in ancient times, I mean imagine what it would of been like
 To actually walk the streets of Bethlehem and hear that a Child
 Had been born who's King of kings and Savior of the world}
 {Now I can imagine saying, what Child is this?
 What Child is this? Who would leave a legacy
 So strong that even today we still
 Celebrate His life? What Child is this?}
 What Child is this?
 Who laid to rest on Mary's lap is sleeping
 Whom angels greet with anthem 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
 Sometimes I just think about it, um
 I just sit and think about the Baby Boy born in a manger
 Sometimes I just want to shout it
 Shout joy to the world, sometimes
 So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh
 Come peasant, king to own Him
 The King of kings salvation brings
 Let loving hearts enthrone Him
 Raise, raise the song on high
 The Virgin sings Her lullaby
 Joy, joy for Christ is born
 The Babe, the Son of Mary
 Sometimes I just think about it, oh, I sit and think about
 The Baby Boy born in a manger and wrapped in swaddling clothing
 Sometimes I just want to shout it
 Over the hills and every where, sometimes
 This, this is Christ, the King
 Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
 Haste, haste to bring Him laud
 The Babe, the Son of Mary
 Sometimes I just think about it
 Oh sometimes I wonder, what Child is this?
 Sometimes I just want to shout it
 I want to go and tell it on the mountain, sometimes
 Every now and then, sometimes I just think about
 I think about the Christ Child, what Child is this?
 And then again sometimes, sometimes I just want to shout it
 I just want to tell the world, sometimes