paroles de chanson Cradle Song of the Virgin - Dick Haymes

The Virgin stills the crying
Of Jesus, sleepless lying;
And singing for His pleasure,
She calls mothers Treasure,

"My Darling, do not weep,
My Jesu, sleep!"

O Lamb, my love inviting,
O Star, my soul delighting,
O Flower of mine own bearing,
O Jewel past comparing!

My Darling, do not weep,
My Jesu, sleep!

Say, would'st Thou heavenly sweetness,
Or love of answering meetness?
O is fit music wanting?
Ho! Angels, raise your chanting!

"My Darling, do not weep,
My Jesu, sleep!"