Wren's Carol

As I walked out one winter's morn
I heard a little wren sing
In yonder village in the blacksmith's yard
Is born your heavenly King
Is born your heavenly King
In yonder village in the blacksmith's yard
Is born your heavenly King.

So straightway to the smithy's yard
I did quickly go
Down the hill, past the wood
Across the virgin snow
Across the virgin snow
Down the hill, past the wood
Across the virgin snow.

Three town folk Mayors were kneeling there
In their fine array
With shepherds who had left their sheep
In fields so far away
In fields so far away
With shepherds who had left their sheep
In fields so far away.

The blacksmith on his anvil shaped
Three nails with the skill of his
Then tearfully gave them to the babe
With a loving kiss
With a loving kiss
Then tearfully gave them to the babe
With a loving kiss.

As I walked out one winter's morn
I heard a little wren sing
In yonder wood there hangs a man
Who's betrayed your heavenly king
Who's betrayed your heavenly king
In yonder wood there hangs a man
Who's betrayed your heavenly king.

Words by Peter Monk © 2001.
Music (tune "Our ship she is in harbour") traditional, arrangement by Paul McDowell © 2001.

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