“Cherry Tree Carol”
Joseph was an old man, an old man was he,
When he married sweet Mary, she’s Queen of Galilee.
Now Joseph had wedded Mary and home had her brought.
Mary proved with child but Joseph knew her not.
Oh, Joseph and Mary went walking in thr grove,
They saw cherries and berries as red as any rose.
And up spoke young Mary, so meek and so mild,
“Oh, pick me cherries, Joseph, for I am with Child.”
Then Joseph flew in anger, in anger flew he,
“Let the father of your baby pick cherries for thee.”
The up spoke the baby Jesus, all in his mother’s womb,
“Bow down low, you cherry tree, let my mother have some.”
And the very tall branches bowed low to her knee,
And Mary picked cherries by one, two and three.
Now Mary had a young son which she dandled on her knee,
“Come tell me, sweet baby, what will this world be?”
“Oh, this world,” he said, “is no other than stones in the street
But the sun, moon, and stars will sail under thy feet.
“And I must not be rocked in silver or gold
But in some wooden cradle like the babes are rocked all.
“And on the sixth day of January my birthday will be,
When the skies and the elements will tremble for me.”