One of the most beautiful
carols sung at Christmastime is “The Coventry Carol.” What I love most
about it is its tenderness. It sounds like a lullaby, to the baby Jesus, I
thought.
Lullay, Thou little tiny Child,
By, by, lully, lullay.
Lullay, Thou little tiny Child,
By, by, lully, lullay.
I must have mentioned my delight at this
carol to Bev one day. She asked me if I had listened to the words. I
hadn’t. Not very closely. At Bev’s urging, I listened to the words.
O sisters too, how may we do,
For to preserve this day.
This poor youngling for whom we sing
By, by, lully, lullay.
And then the carol
comes directly to its point.
Herod the king, in his raging,
Charged he hath this day.
His men of might, in his own sight,
All young children to slay.
That woe is me, poor Child for Thee!
And ever morn and day,
For thy parting neither say nor sing,
By, by, lully, lullay.