As I walked out winters morn
I heard a little wren sing
In younder village in the blacksmiths yard
Is born your heavenly king
Is born your heavenly King
In younder village in the blacksmiths yard
Is born your heavenly King.
So straightway
to the smitheys 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 shepards who had left their sheep
In fields so far away
In fields so far away
With shepards 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 winters morn
I heard a little wren sing
In younder wood there hangs a man
Who’s betrayed your heavenly king
Who’s betrayed your heavenly king
In younder wood there hangs a man
Who’s betrayed your heavenly king.
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...Book
Of Merlin
