lap so softly sleeping In a stable cold and poor Ox and ass their vigil keeping Sing lullaby, sing lullaby My own dear son, my child Lullaby, sing lullaby Lullaby
Translation: Siberry, Jane. Mary's Lullaby.
We've just got to take our time It's like nothing really matters, So let's make this moment a crime I know, I know you?re left behind I?ll do my best
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
lullaby Together we cry, yeah, yeah Together we cry, whoa Together we cry, oh, we cry, we cry, oh, we cry, we cry Together we cry, oh, oh Oh, Mary?s
sing Haste, haste to bring him laud The babe, the son of Mary What child is this who laid to rest On Mary's lap, on Mary's lap he is sleeping? This
Virgin sings her lullaby Joy, joy, for Christ is born The Babe, the Son of Mary Joy, joy, for Christ is born The Babe, the Son of Mary
keeping This, this is Christ, the King Whom shepards guard and Angels sing Haste, haste to bring Him love The babe, the Son of Mary, Mary An Angel's song is sung Mary's
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
close as lips brush against a cheek It's your voice I hear and it's your name I speak But when I look around there's no one there How I wish you were
South Tacoma Way by Neko Case and her Boyfriends From Furnace Room Lullaby (N.Case/B.Connelly/J.Trueblood/S.Betts) Chords transcribed by Warren Owen
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
heard that into every life A little of it must fall If there's any truth to the saying Lord, let it be a southern rain Marie was born in Macon Georgia
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
the song on high The virgin sings her lullaby Joy, joy for Christ is born The Babe, the Son of Mary The Babe, the Son of Mary, Mary And lo, the angel
I dreamed of a devil last night He tempted me with a wicked tongue and a rough hand Saying "it's alright, honey it's alright You can leave that man" When
. With a feeling of relief I cannot sing. Haste, haste to bring him laud The Babe, the Son of Mary. Mmmmm, Son of Mary! (Son of Mary) Little bitty baby! (Mary
he'd share her pain if he only knew how He whispers, "I love you" as he gently strokes her brow He's so scared, but he's so blessed There's a thundering
