THE WEEPING BABE
She kneels by the cradle
Where Jesus doth lie;
Singing, Lullaby, my Baby!
But why dost Thou cry?
Where Jesus doth lie;
Singing, Lullaby, my Baby!
But why dost Thou cry?
The babes of the village
Smile sweetly in sleep;
And lullaby, my Baby,
That ever dost weep!
Smile sweetly in sleep;
And lullaby, my Baby,
That ever dost weep!
I've wrapped Thee in linen,
The gift of the Kings;
And wool, soft and fleecy.
The kind Shepherd brings.
The gift of the Kings;
And wool, soft and fleecy.
The kind Shepherd brings.
There 's a dove on the trellis.
And wings in the door,
And the gold shoes of angels
Are bright on our floor.
And wings in the door,
And the gold shoes of angels
Are bright on our floor.
Then lullaby, my Baby!
I've fed Thee with milk,
And wrapped Thee in kisses
As soft as the silk.
I've fed Thee with milk,
And wrapped Thee in kisses
As soft as the silk.
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