A nature carol
M. Brahe
The stars shall watch with Mary
My fair young Son to keep,
Which are so far and shining,
Too far to break His sleep.
The trees shall stand with Joseph
To guard around His bed,
The tall trees of the forest
Which are so dark and dread.
Thus spoke the King in Heaven,
And all the stars had joy,
And the tall trees grew tender
For bending o'er the Boy.