Traditional - On the mountain - текст песни (слова)

On the mountain the wind blows wild,
 There Mary rocks her child,
 She rocks him with her snow white hand;
 Her cradle has no ribbon hand.
 Ach, Joseph, dearest Jeseph mine,
 O help me rock this bae of thine.
 How can I the baby to dreamland send?
 Just see how my fingers can hardly bend.
 Byelo, Byelo!