Cradle Song
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O men from the fields Come gently within Tread softly, softly O men, coming in... For m'mhurnin is going From me and from you Where Mary will fold him With mantle of blue From reek of the smoke And cold of the floor And peering of things Across the half-door O men from the fields Softly, softly come through; Mary puts round him Her mantle of blue
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Credits
- Writers
- Arnold Bax
- Padraic Colum