Neighbor, what has you so excited? Do tell me Haven't you a child is born that all want to see? Son of a pure and virgin, Mary's her name They say, her is the savior prophets proclaim
I would be pleased to go with you so I'll go But can we take our time to see him? Shop on the Have you some cake to take the Sugar-plums, too? I'm sure that Mary's house is lovely, and new
I am afraid that mistaken, wrong as can be This blessed maiden has no splendid place to stay For she within a wretched stable, dirty and poor There is no table for your presents, the floor
Surely she has a warm cradle there for the child One has to rock and calm an infant so weak and so What sort of guards and servants has she to give her Cannot the heavenly power help the poor maid?
All they could think to find for a cradle, a bed Bundle of dusty, dry straw to his head Joseph, her husband, he cares for best as he can In place of servant, ox and donkey are on
tires me and this journey seems a long way Only to see a new-born lying on hay Maybe you shepherds find excitement in affair But I am used to much better in which to share
You must not talk that way, my neighbor, mark I say Upon my honor, this is our savior born on day It is his choice to so humbly there in a stall Granting his power and so gently to one and all
O mother, free us all from arrogant pride May we, when life on earth is ended,hasten to your Daring to you will present us to your dear son And that we'll the bliss and joy of paradise won