Tuesday, May 10, 2011
her Jesus Child,
While amid the treetops sighs the
breeze so warm and mild,
And soft and sweetly sings a bird
upon the bough.
Ah, Baby, dear one
Happy is Thy laughter; holy is Thy silent rest,
Lay thy head in slumber fondly on
Thy mother's breast,
Ah, Baby dear one,
The Virgin's Slumber Song.