Mary Speaks

by Regina Kelly

Blow gently, wind, do not disturb the hay,
Sing to my Son a zephyr roundelay.
Come softly, softly as the dark night, sheep,
For here your gentle Shepherd lies asleep.

Blow gently, wind,

Come softly, sheep,
My Son, my God,
Here lies asleep.

Stand closer, child, stand closer to your Lord,
For this is He for whom the Jews implored;
For this is He whom all the ages seek,
A gentle King, this Babe who lies asleep.

Stand closer, child,

Come softly, sheep,
My Son, my God,
Here lies asleep.