Infant Holy Lyrics

Polish trad.
mandocello, bass

Infant holy,
Infant lowly,
For his bed a cattle stall;
Oxen lowing,
Little knowing,
Christ the babe is Lord of all.
Swift are winging,
Angels singing,
Nowells ringing,
Tidings bringing,
Christ the babe is Lord of all,
Christ the babe is Lord of all.
Flocks were speeping,
Shepherds keeping
Vigil till the morning new
Saw the glory.
Heard the story,
Tidings of a gospel true,
Thus rejoicing
Free from sorrow,
Praises voicing,
Greet the morrow,
Christ the babe was born for you!
Christ the babe was born for you!