Neighbor, what has you so excited? Do tell me Haven't you heard a child is 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 to go with you so likely I'll go But can we take our time to see Shop on the road? Have you some cake to the infant? 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 rich to stay For she lies within a wretched stable, and poor is no table for your presents, only 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 father's power the poor maid?
All they could think to for a cradle, a manger bed Bundle of dusty, dry straw to pillow his Joseph, her husband, he for Mary best as he can In place of servant, ox and are looking 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 this But I am to things much better in which to share
You must not talk that way, my neighbor, mark I say Upon my honor, this is our savior on this day It is his choice to come so humbly there in a his power and grace so gently to one and all
O blessed mother, free us all from arrogant May we, when life on is ended,hasten to your side to hope you will present us to your dear son And that we'll gain the and joy of paradise won