Dreams and Images
OUR LORD AND OUR LADY
By Hilaire Belloc
They warned Our Lady for the ChildThat was Our Blessed Lord,And She took Him into the desert wild,Over the camel’s ford.And a long song She sang to HimAnd a short story told:And She wrapped Him in a woolen cloakTo keep Him from the cold.But when Our Lord was grown a manThe Rich they dragged Him down,And they crucified Him in Golgotha,Out and beyond the Town.They crucified Him on Calvary,Upon an April day;And because He had been her little SonShe followed Him all the way.
They warned Our Lady for the ChildThat was Our Blessed Lord,And She took Him into the desert wild,Over the camel’s ford.And a long song She sang to HimAnd a short story told:And She wrapped Him in a woolen cloakTo keep Him from the cold.But when Our Lord was grown a manThe Rich they dragged Him down,And they crucified Him in Golgotha,Out and beyond the Town.They crucified Him on Calvary,Upon an April day;And because He had been her little SonShe followed Him all the way.
They warned Our Lady for the ChildThat was Our Blessed Lord,And She took Him into the desert wild,Over the camel’s ford.
They warned Our Lady for the Child
That was Our Blessed Lord,
And She took Him into the desert wild,
Over the camel’s ford.
And a long song She sang to HimAnd a short story told:And She wrapped Him in a woolen cloakTo keep Him from the cold.
And a long song She sang to Him
And a short story told:
And She wrapped Him in a woolen cloak
To keep Him from the cold.
But when Our Lord was grown a manThe Rich they dragged Him down,And they crucified Him in Golgotha,Out and beyond the Town.
But when Our Lord was grown a man
The Rich they dragged Him down,
And they crucified Him in Golgotha,
Out and beyond the Town.
They crucified Him on Calvary,Upon an April day;And because He had been her little SonShe followed Him all the way.
They crucified Him on Calvary,
Upon an April day;
And because He had been her little Son
She followed Him all the way.
Our Lady stood beside the Cross,A little space apart,And when She heard Our Lord cry outA sword went through Her Heart.They laid Our Lord in a marble tomb,Dead, in a winding sheet.But Our Lady stands above the worldWith the white Moon at Her feet.
Our Lady stood beside the Cross,A little space apart,And when She heard Our Lord cry outA sword went through Her Heart.They laid Our Lord in a marble tomb,Dead, in a winding sheet.But Our Lady stands above the worldWith the white Moon at Her feet.
Our Lady stood beside the Cross,A little space apart,And when She heard Our Lord cry outA sword went through Her Heart.
Our Lady stood beside the Cross,
A little space apart,
And when She heard Our Lord cry out
A sword went through Her Heart.
They laid Our Lord in a marble tomb,Dead, in a winding sheet.But Our Lady stands above the worldWith the white Moon at Her feet.
They laid Our Lord in a marble tomb,
Dead, in a winding sheet.
But Our Lady stands above the world
With the white Moon at Her feet.