Mary's Lament - Secret Garden, Cathrine Iversen

A Star shines brightly high

To tell a King is nigh

But Mary holds a baby

No sound he makes, no cry

She lays him in a manger

This night he first is born

To keep him safe from danger

All on a Christmas morn

She lullabyes so soft, so low

She sees the crown and the thorn

She sings of how she loves him so

But still her heart is torn, forlorn

All on a Christmas morn

And while your babe is asleep

Why, Mary do you weep?

His path you see to Calvary

You see his wounds so deep:

You shoulder now his Cross

This night he first is born

You gave him birth to die for us

All on a Christmas morn

She lullabyes so soft, so low

She sees the crown and the thorn

She sings of how she loves him so

But still her heart is torn…

She lullabyes so soft, so low

She sees the crown and the thorn

She sings of how she loves him so

But still her heart is torn, forlorn

All on a Christmas morn…

All on a Christmas morn