[00:03.000]Amid the roses Mary sits and rocks her Jesus-Child.
[00:13.000]While amid the treetops sighs the breeze so warm and mild.
[00:25.000]And soft and sweetly sings a bird upon the bough.
[00:33.000]Ah, Baby, dear one.
[00:44.000]Slumber now.
[00:53.000]Happy is Thy laughter; holy is Thy silent rest.
[01:02.000]Lay Thy head in slumber fondly on Thy mother's breast.
[01:13.000]Ah, Baby, dear one.
[01:24.000]Slumber now.