Christmas Rose [Out of Print]
Child of the earth and Son of God Do you know where summer goes? Have you caught a falling star? Tell me little Christmas Rose. You will climb the olive tree, You will find the cricket’s nest, You will run on woodland paths, little boy by heaven blessed. Blossoms drifting on the wind make a pillow for His head. Starlight falling on His brow weave a robe of silver thread. I have never seen such eyes sky blue secrets hidden there. World be gentle with my child, He is pure and passing fair. On the wings of love you came From a land beyond the moon. Take your sleep while yet you can. Day is coming all too soon. All too soon the star will dim, Songs will end and doors will close; But tonight the earth is ours, go to sleep my Christmas Rose.