Из альбома: Un piccolo Natale in più
Lulla, thou little tiny child
By by, lully, lullay
Lullay, thou little tiny child
By by, lully lullay
Oh, sisters too, how may we do For to preserve this day?
This poor youngling for whom we sing
By by, lully lullay
Herod, the king in his raging
Charged he hath this day
His men of might in his own sight
All children young to slay
This poor youngling for whom we sing
By by, lully lullay
That woe is me, poor child for Thee
And ever morn and say
For Thy parting, nor say nor sing
By by, lully lullay
By by, lully lullay