Coventry Carol / King Without a Mountain - Beta Radio

Lullay lully thou little tiny child

Bye-bye lullay lully

Now woe is me poor child for thee

I ever mourn and sign

O sisters too how may we do

For to preserve this day

This poor youngling for whom we sing

Bye-bye lullay lully

Herod the king in his raging

Charged he hath this day

His men of might in his own sight

All young children to slay

Here the royal cataclysm

Herod in his raging

Merciless swift ambition

None to him worth saving

Can you hear the childless mothers say

«Martyred murdered how hast thou been slain»

Here a king without a mountain

No chariot to come to him

Lean in close now and listen

«Prepare the golden diadem»

And I hear the child’s mother say

Nearer clearer «Thou hast come to reign»