The little cradle rocks tonight, in glory. Don't you hear his foot on the treetop, soft like the south wind blow ? Peace on earth, Mary rock the cradle, in glory. The Christ child passing, singing softly.
The little cradle rocks tonight, in glory. Don't you hear his foot on the treetop, soft like the south wind blow ? Peace on earth, Mary rock the cradle, in glory. The Christ child passing, singing softly.