Lullay, My little tiny Child,
By, by, lully, lullay.
Lullay, My little tiny Child.
By, by, lully, lullay.

O sisters, too, what can we do,
But try to preserve this day;
These poor Younglings for whom we sing,
By, by, lully, lullay.

Herod the King, in his raging,
Has taken our sons away;
His men of might, in his own sight,
All children young, to slay.

Open your heart
Open your heart
Open your heart
Open your heart

Open your heart
Won't you open your heart

What can I do but weep for you,
And weep for you more each day;
For your parting neither speak nor sing
By, by, lully, lullay.

By, by, lully, lullay.