Still, still, still, The baby wants to rest. His mother Mary softly sings And holds him gently a [sic] her breast. Sleep, my darling baby, sleep. The angels lift their voices in joy To celebrate the birth of the boy.
Still, still, still, The baby wants to rest. His mother Mary softly sings And holds him gently a [sic] her breast. Sleep, my darling baby, sleep. The angels lift their voices in joy To celebrate the birth of the boy.