Arnold Bax - Cradle Song
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O men from the fields
Come gently within
Tread softly, softly
O men, coming in...
For m'mhurnin is going
From me and from you
Where Mary will fold him
With mantle of blue
From reek of the smoke
And cold of the floor
And peering of things
Across the half-door
O men from the fields
Softly, softly come through;
Mary puts round him
Her mantle of blue
Come gently within
Tread softly, softly
O men, coming in...
For m'mhurnin is going
From me and from you
Where Mary will fold him
With mantle of blue
From reek of the smoke
And cold of the floor
And peering of things
Across the half-door
O men from the fields
Softly, softly come through;
Mary puts round him
Her mantle of blue
