Madonna, Madonna, Sat by the gray roadside, Saint Joseph her beside, And Our Lord at her breast; Oh they were fain to rest, Mary and Joseph and Jesus, All by the gray roadside. She said, Madonna Mary, "I am hungry, Joseph, and weary, All in the desert wide." Then bent a tall palm-tree Its branches low to her knee; "Behold," the palm-tree said, "My fruit that shall be your bread." So were they satisfied, Mary and Joseph and Jesus, All by the gray roadside. From Herod they were fled Over the desert wide, Mary and Joseph and Jesus, In Egypt to abide: Mary and Joseph and Jesus, In Egypt to abide. The blessed Queen of Heaven Her own dear Son hath given For my son's sake; his sleep Is safe and sweet and deep. Lully . . . Lulley. . . . So may you sleep alway, My baby, my dear son: Amen, Amen, Amen. My baby, my dear son. |