Neighbor, has you so excited? Do tell me please Haven't you heard a child is that all want to see? Son of a and modest virgin, Mary's her name They say, her 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 Shop on the road? Have you some cake to take the Sugar-plums, too? I'm sure that house is lovely, tidy and new
I am afraid that mistaken, wrong as can be This blessed maiden has no rich place to stay For she lies a wretched stable, dirty and poor There is no table for your presents, only the
Surely she has a soft cradle there for the child One has to and calm an infant so weak and so mild What of guards and servants has she to give her aid? Cannot the heavenly father's 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 place of servant, ox and are looking on
Traveling tires me and this journey seems a way Only to see a new-born lying on hay Maybe you find excitement in this affair But I am used to much better in which to share
You not talk that 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 in a stall Granting his and grace so gently to one and all
O blessed mother, free us all from pride May we, when life on earth is ended,hasten to your Daring to hope you will present us to your son And we'll gain the bliss and joy of paradise won