The Christ Child's Lullaby

Oh dear, the eye that softly looks

Oh dear, the heart that foundly loves

Though but a tender babe thy arth

The graces all grow up with thee

Oh dear, the wind that pulls the trees

Oh dear, the rain that softly falls

Though but a tender babe thy arth

The graces all grow up with thee

Oh sweet, the night that holds your name

Oh sweet, the star that truly shines

Though but a tender babe thy arth

The graces all grow up with thee

Oh dear, the eye that softly looks

Oh dear, the heart that foundly loves

Though but a tender babe thy arth

The graces all grow up with thee