Marys Song

Your royal

Is made of

In a cattle-shed.

Sleep,

King Jesus,

Do not fear,

Joseph is

And waiting near.

Warm in the wintry

You lie,

The ox and the

Standing by,

With summer

They seem to say:

Welcome,

Jesus,

On Christmas Day!

Sleep,

King Jesus:

Your diamond

High in the

Where the stars look dawn.

Let your

Of love begin,

That all the

May enter in.