| Song | Lullay Lullay (Coventry Carol) |
| Artist | Annie Lennox |
| Album | A Christmas Cornucopia |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : DP Lennox Stevens | |
| 作词 : DP Lennox Stevens | |
| Lullay, Thou tiny little Child | |
| Bye-bye, lulle, lullay; | |
| Lullay, Thou tiny little Child, | |
| Bye-bye, lulle, lullay. | |
| Oh sisters two, how may we do | |
| To preserve this day? | |
| This poor Youngling for whom we sing | |
| Bye-bye, lulle, lullay. | |
| Herod, the King, in his raging, | |
| Charged he hath this day | |
| His soldiers in their strength and might, | |
| All children young to slay. | |
| Then woe is me, poor Child, for Thee, | |
| And ever mourn and say, | |
| For at thy parting nor say nor sing | |
| Bye-bye, lulle, lullay. | |
| And when the stars ingather do, | |
| In their far venture stay, | |
| Then smile as dreaming, Little One, | |
| Bye-bye, lulle, lullay. |
| zuo qu : DP Lennox Stevens | |
| zuo ci : DP Lennox Stevens | |
| Lullay, Thou tiny little Child | |
| Byebye, lulle, lullay | |
| Lullay, Thou tiny little Child, | |
| Byebye, lulle, lullay. | |
| Oh sisters two, how may we do | |
| To preserve this day? | |
| This poor Youngling for whom we sing | |
| Byebye, lulle, lullay. | |
| Herod, the King, in his raging, | |
| Charged he hath this day | |
| His soldiers in their strength and might, | |
| All children young to slay. | |
| Then woe is me, poor Child, for Thee, | |
| And ever mourn and say, | |
| For at thy parting nor say nor sing | |
| Byebye, lulle, lullay. | |
| And when the stars ingather do, | |
| In their far venture stay, | |
| Then smile as dreaming, Little One, | |
| Byebye, lulle, lullay. |
| zuò qǔ : DP Lennox Stevens | |
| zuò cí : DP Lennox Stevens | |
| Lullay, Thou tiny little Child | |
| Byebye, lulle, lullay | |
| Lullay, Thou tiny little Child, | |
| Byebye, lulle, lullay. | |
| Oh sisters two, how may we do | |
| To preserve this day? | |
| This poor Youngling for whom we sing | |
| Byebye, lulle, lullay. | |
| Herod, the King, in his raging, | |
| Charged he hath this day | |
| His soldiers in their strength and might, | |
| All children young to slay. | |
| Then woe is me, poor Child, for Thee, | |
| And ever mourn and say, | |
| For at thy parting nor say nor sing | |
| Byebye, lulle, lullay. | |
| And when the stars ingather do, | |
| In their far venture stay, | |
| Then smile as dreaming, Little One, | |
| Byebye, lulle, lullay. |