Neighbor, what has you so Do tell me please Haven't you heard a child is born that all want to Son of a pure and modest virgin, Mary's her say, her baby is the savior prophets proclaim
I would be pleased to go you so likely I'll go But can we take our time to see him? on the road? Have you some cake to the infant? Sugar-plums, too? I'm sure that house is lovely, tidy and new
I am that you're mistaken, wrong as can be This blessed has no splendid rich place to stay For she lies within a stable, dirty and poor There is no table for your presents, only the
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 her aid? Cannot the father's power help the poor maid?
All they could think to find for a cradle, a bed of dusty, dry straw to pillow his head Joseph, her husband, he cares for best as he can In of servant, ox and donkey are looking on
Traveling tires me and this journey seems a way to see a new-born baby lying on hay Maybe you shepherds find excitement in this But I am used to things much better in to share
You must not talk way, my neighbor, mark what I say Upon my honor, this is our savior on this day It is his choice to come so humbly there in a Granting his power and grace so to one and all
O blessed mother, us all from arrogant pride May we, when life on earth is ended,hasten to side to hope you will present us to your dear son And that we'll gain the bliss and joy of won