Mary, Mother of Christ
THAT night she felt those searching handsGrip deep upon her breast,She laughed and sang a silly tuneTo lull her babe to rest;That night she kissed his coral lipsHow could she know the rest?
THAT night she felt those searching handsGrip deep upon her breast,She laughed and sang a silly tuneTo lull her babe to rest;That night she kissed his coral lipsHow could she know the rest?
THAT night she felt those searching handsGrip deep upon her breast,She laughed and sang a silly tuneTo lull her babe to rest;
THAT night she felt those searching hands
THAT night she felt those searching hands
Grip deep upon her breast,
She laughed and sang a silly tune
To lull her babe to rest;
That night she kissed his coral lipsHow could she know the rest?
That night she kissed his coral lips
How could she know the rest?