IMPATIENT MARY
Jesus in the sweet hay-mow
Didn't mind the chewing cow,—
The animal noises when the dawn
Woke the lambs. His mother on
Didn't mind the chewing cow,—
The animal noises when the dawn
Woke the lambs. His mother on
The yellow hay was wide awake.
All night she lay with slow heart-ache
That she must put her little son
In a rude manger—her dearest one.
All night she lay with slow heart-ache
That she must put her little son
In a rude manger—her dearest one.
And even when the angels sang
She didn't see the huge star hang
Above the door, or the cattle kneel
Close to her babe. She could only feel
She didn't see the huge star hang
Above the door, or the cattle kneel
Close to her babe. She could only feel
The chill for him, and want to keep
Him safe and cosy in his sleep.
Like all our mothers, Mary lay
Impatient on the winter hay.
Him safe and cosy in his sleep.
Like all our mothers, Mary lay
Impatient on the winter hay.
She would have been pleased to know he lay there
Under a star, while the happy air
Clustered with angels. Jesus heard.
He and the lambs didn't say a word.
Under a star, while the happy air
Clustered with angels. Jesus heard.
He and the lambs didn't say a word.
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