Christ Child’s Lullaby

Oh, dear the eye that softly looks
Oh, dear the heart that fondly loves
Oh, but a tender babe, thou art
The graces all grow up with thee

Oh, dear the wind that pulls the trees
Oh, dear the rain that softly falls
Oh, but a tender babe, thou art
The graces all grow up with thee

Oh, sweet the night that holds your name
Oh, sweet the star that truly shines
Oh, but a tender babe, thou art
The graces all grow up with thee

Oh, dear the eye that softly looks
Oh, dear the heart that fondly loves
Oh, but a tender babe, thou art
The graces all grow up with thee