Balulalow - text
O my deare hert, young Jesu sweit,
Prepare thy creddil in my spreit
And I sall rock thee in my hert,
And never mair from thee depert.
Prepare thy creddil in my spreit
And I sall rock thee in my hert,
And never mair from thee depert.
But I sall praise thee evermore
With sangis sweit unto thy gloir.
The knees of my hert sall I bow,
And sing that richt Balulalow.
With sangis sweit unto thy gloir.
The knees of my hert sall I bow,
And sing that richt Balulalow.
If On A Winter's Night...
- Gabriel's Message
- Soul Cake
- There Is No Rose Of Such ..
- The Snow It Melts The Soo..
- Christmas At Sea
- Lo, How a Rose E'er Bloom..
- Cold Song
- The Burning Babe
- Now Winter Comes Slowly
- The Hounds Of Winter
- Balulalow
- Cherry Tree Carol
- Lullaby For An Anxious Ch..
- Hurdy Gurdy Man
- You Only Cross My Mind In..
- Bethlehem Down
- Blake's Cradle Song
- Coventry Carol
Sting texty
- 1. Shape Of My Heart
- 2. Every Breath You Take
- 3. Desert Rose
- 4. Englishman In New York
- 5. Fields of Gold
- 6. Fragile
- 7. Russians
- 8. Brand New Day
- 9. When We Dance
- 10. A Thousand Years