Lullaby, lullaby, lay, lay, lullaby My dear mother, sing a lullaby Lullaby, lullaby, lay, lay, lullaby My dear mother, sing a lullaby.
As I lay on Yule Night Alone in my longing, I thought I saw a well fair sight, A maiden rocking her child.
The maiden would without song Bring her child to sleep, The child thought she did him wrong And bade his mother sing.
"Sing now mother," said the child, "What shall befall me hereafter when I come to age, For all mothers do this".
Sweet mother, fair and free, Because it is so I pray that you shall lull me And sing somewhat thereto."
"Sweet son," she said, "Whatever should I sing? I knew no more of you But Gabriel's greeting."
He greeted me, kindly on his knee And said, "Hail, Mary! Hail, full of grace, God is with you, You shall bare the Messiah."Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.