Coventry Carol / King Without a Mountain

Lully, lullay, thou little tiny child,
Bye bye, lully, lullay.
now woe is me
poor child for thee
i ever mourn and sigh
O sisters too, how may we do
For to preserve this day
This poor youngling for whom we sing,
"Bye bye, lully, lullay"?
Herod the king, in his raging,
Charged he hath this day
His men of might in his own sight
All young children to slay.
instrumental
hear the royal cataclyst,
herod in his raging
this oh this swift ambition
none to him could save me
can you hear the childless mother say
daughter murder how hast thou been slain
here a king without a mountain
no chariot to come to him
lean in close now and listen
hair the golden diadem
can i hear the child's mother say
nearer, clearer, thou has come to reign
whistling and instrumental



Credits
Writer(s): Trad, Benjamin Mabry, Brent Holloman
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