A carol
F. Hart
Mary the Mother
Sang to her Son,
In a Bethlehem shed
When the light was done.
"Jesus, Jesus,
Little son, sleep;
The tall Kings are gone,
The lads with the sheep.
Jesus, Jesus,
My bosom is warm;
And Joseph and I
Will keep You from harm."
Mary the Mother
Sang to her Son,
In Bethlehem town
When the light was done.