From the recording The Ghosts of Christmas Past

Lyrics

Sweet baby sleep, What ailes my dear? What ailes my darling thus to cry? Be still my childe, and lend thine ear To hear me sing they lullaby My pretty lambe, forbear to weep; Be still my dear, sweet baby sleep! Thou blessed soul, What canst thou fear? What thing to thee can mischief do? They God is now they Father dear, His holy spouse thy mother too. Sweet baby then, forbear to weep; Be still my babe; sweet baby sleep!