Coventry Carol

    Lully, lulla, thou little tiny child
    By by, lullay lullay

O sisters too, how may we do
For to preserve this day
This poor youngling
For whom we sing
By by, lullay lullay?

Herod, the king
In his raging
Charged he hath this day
His men of might
In his own right,
All young children to slay

That woe is me
Poor child for thee!
And every morn and day,
For thy parting
Neither say nor sing
By by, lully lullay!

God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen

God rest ye merry, gentlemen,
Let nothing you dismay
Remember Christ our Saviour
Was born on Christmas Day
To save us all from Satan's powers
When we were gone astray.

    O tidings of comfort and joy,
    Comfort and joy
    O tidings of comfort and joy!

„Fear not,” then said the angel
„Let nothing you affright
This day is born a saviour
Of a pure virgin bright
To free all those who trust in him
From Satan's pow'r and might”

The shepards at those tidings
Rejoiced much in mind,
And left their flocks a-feeding
In tempest, storm and wind
And went to Bethlehem straightaway
This blessed babe to find

But when to Bethlehem they came
Whereat this infant lay
They found him in a manger
Where oxen feed on hay
His mother Mary kneeling
Unto the Lord did pray

Now to the Lord sing praises
All you within this place
And with true love and brotherhood
Each other now embrace
The holy tide of Christmas
All others doth deface

Good King Wenceslas

Good King Wenceslas looked out
On the Feast of Stephan
When the snow lay 'round about
Deep and crisp and even
Brightly shone the moon that night
Though the frost was cruel
When a poor man came in sight
Gath'ring winter fuel

„Hither, page, and stand by me,
If thou know'st it, telling
Yonder peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?”
„Sire, he lives a good league hence,
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint Agnes' fountain.”

„Sire, the night is darker now
And the wind blows stronger
Fails my heart, I know not how
I can go no longer.”
„Mark my footsteps, good my page
Tread thou in them boldly
Thou shall find the winter's rage
Freeze thy blood less coldly.”

In his master's step he trod
Where the snow lay dinted
Heat was in the very sod
Which the Saint had printed
Therefore, Christian men, rejoice
Wealth or rank possessing
Ye, who now will bless the poor
Shall yourselves find blessing.

Seeds of Love

I sowed the seeds of love
I sowed them in the spring
I gathered them up in the morning so soon
When the small birds so sweetly sing
When the small birds so sweetly sing

The gardener was standing by
I asked him to choose for me
He chose for me the violet, the lily and the pink
But those I refused all three
But those I refused all three

The violet I did not like
Because it bloomed so soon
The lily and the pink I really over-think
So I thought I would wait till June
So I thought I would wait till June

In June there was a red rose bud
That is the flower for me
I often times have plucked that red rose bud
Till I gained the willow tree
Till I gained the willow tree

The willow tree will twist
The willow tree will twine
I often times have wished I was in the young man's arms
Who once had the heart of mine
Who once had the heart of mine

I sowed the seeds of love
I sowed them in the spring
I gathered them up in the morning so soon
When the small birds so sweetly sing
When the small birds so sweetly sing