For Epiphany, with the lovely Andrea Kmecova in her home in South London. Subscribe! @pianistandrea
Strangely, both the poet and the composer died in South Africa while visiting, in 1958 and 1976 respectively, completely unconnected, neither one of them living there.
The sun's in his cradle,
The bird's in her nest,
The shepherds are calling
The lambs home to rest.
Go sleep, little Jesus!
The wind's riding by
To set all the candles
Alight in the sky.
A candle for Kingship,
Sweet laughter it brings,
And mirth's golden music,
The riches of Kings.
Go sleep, little Jesus!
The wind's riding by
To set all the candles
Alight in the sky.
But oh! in the skytop
Up there I can see
A Cross, it is shining,
It's shining on Thee.
Go sleep, little Jesus!
The wind's riding by
To set all the candles
Alight in the sky.
Margaret Rose Young
