Loreena McKennit - Balulalow текст песни

I come from hevin which to tell

The best nowells that e'er befell


To you thir tythings trew I bring

And I will of them say and sing.



This day to you is born ane child

Of Marie meik and Virgin mild

That bliss it bairn bening and kind

Sall you rejoice baith hart and mind.



Lat us rejoyis and be blyth

And with the Hyrdis go full swyth

And see what God fo his grace hes done

Throu Christ to bring us to his throne



My saull and life stand up and see

Wha lyis in ane cribbe of tree

What Babe is that, sa gude and fair

It is Christ, God's Son and Air.



O my deir hart, yung Jesus sweit

Prepair thy creddil in my spreit!

And I sall rock thee in my hart

And never mair fra thee depart.



But I sall praise thee evermoir

With sangis sweit unto thy gloir

The kneis of my hart sall I bow

And sing that rycht Balulalow.