No more for you the city's thorny ways, The ugly corners of the Negro belt;
The miseries and pains of these harsh days By you will never, never again be felt
No more, if still you wander, will you meet With nights of unabating bitterness...
We buried old Bob where the bloodwoods
At the foot of the Eaglehawk;
We fashioned a cross on the old man's
For fear that his ghost might walk;
Already, you are mine
Rest with your dream inside my dream
Love, grief, labour, must sleep now
Night revolves on invisible wheelsand joined to me you are pure as sleeping amber
God rest you merry, gentlemen, Let nothing you dismay, For Jesus Christ our Saviour Was born upon this day, To save us all from Satan's power When we were gone astray
O tidings of comfort and joy, For Jesus Christ our Saviour was born on Chri...