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==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==
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The Christ-child lay on Mary's lap,
His hair was like a light.
(O weary, weary were the world,
But here is all aright.
 
The Christ-child lay on Mary's breast
His hair was like a star.
(O stern and cunning are the kings,
But here the true hearts are.)
 
The Christ-child lay on Mary's heart,
His hair was like a fire.
(O weary, weary is the world,
But here the world's desire.)
 
The Christ-child stood on Mary's knee,
His hair was like a crown,
And all the flowers looked up at Him,
And all the stars looked down.


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Editor: Jens Klimek (submitted 2012-08-27).   Score information: A4, 1 page   Copyright: Personal
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General Information

Title: A Christmas Carol
Composer: Jens Klimek

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SacredCarol

Language: English
Instruments: Unknown
Published: 2012

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Original text and translations

The Christ-child lay on Mary's lap, His hair was like a light. (O weary, weary were the world, But here is all aright.

The Christ-child lay on Mary's breast His hair was like a star. (O stern and cunning are the kings, But here the true hearts are.)

The Christ-child lay on Mary's heart, His hair was like a fire. (O weary, weary is the world, But here the world's desire.)

The Christ-child stood on Mary's knee, His hair was like a crown, And all the flowers looked up at Him, And all the stars looked down.