Last Lullaby

Come down, come down, I’ll hold you close;

Now rest, O child of mine:

The thorns have stained your brow with blood,

Your lips are stained with wine.

 

Now rest, now rest, my firstborn son-

I weep to see you dead;

The blood and water from your side

Have dyed my sandals red.

 

I weep, I weep, for now I know

The fatal prophecy:

When steel nails pierced your wrists,

A sword did pierce through me.

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