Lullaby

Lulla, lullaby My sweet little Baby What meanest Thou to cry? Lulla, lullaby Be still, my blessed Babe Though cause Thou hast to mourn Whose blood most innocent To shed the cruel king has sworn And lo, alas! behold What slaughter he doth make Shedding the blood of infants all Sweet Saviour, for Thy sake A King is born, they say Which King this king would kill. O woe and woeful heavy day When wretches have their will! Lulla, lullaby My sweet little Baby What meanest Thou to cry? Lulla, lullaby Three kings this King of kings To see are come from far To each unknown, with offerings great By guilding of a star And shepherds heard the song Which angels bright did sing Giving all glory unto God for coming of this King Which must be made away King Herod would Him kill O woe and woeful heavy day When wretches have their will! Lulla, lullaby My sweet little Baby What meanest Thou to cry? Lulla, lullaby But thou shalt live and reign As sibyls hath foresaid As all the prophets prophesy Whose mother, yet a maid And perfect virgin pure With her breasts shall upbread Both God and man that all hath made The Son of heavenly seed Whom caitiffs none can tray Whom tyrants none can kill O joy and joyful happy day When wretches want their will! --- Lullaby - Fretwork and Helen Charlston