Ariadne's Thread - Als I Lay On Yoolis Night

Lullaby, lullaby, lay, lay, lullaby
My dear mother, sing a lullaby
Lullaby, lullaby, lay, lay, lullaby
My dear mother, sing a lullaby.

As I lay on Yule Night
Alone in my longing,
I thought I saw a well fair sight,
A maiden rocking her child.

The maiden would without song
Bring her child to sleep,
The child thought she did him wrong
And bade his mother sing.

"Sing now mother," said the child,
"What shall befall me hereafter when I come to age,
For all mothers do this".

Sweet mother, fair and free,
Because it is so
I pray that you shall lull me
And sing somewhat thereto."

"Sweet son," she said,
"Whatever should I sing?
I knew no more of you
But Gabriel's greeting."

He greeted me, kindly on his knee
And said, "Hail, Mary!
Hail, full of grace, God is with you,
You shall bare the Messiah."