This is a lullaby that my mother wrote, that she sung to me, and to my brother and my sister, and that I sung to my sister, nine years younger than I, and then to my son, and to my Goddaughters, and my Godsons, and to the children of my friends when I sat for them and they wouldn't sleep.
It has a long, slow tune, a lullaby tune.
Cross the miles, so they say,
A baby was born just like you,
He was born in the night
When the stars shone so bright,
A baby, who was born, just like you.
In a town, far away
Cross the miles, so they say,
A baby was born just like you,
He was born with a sigh,
He was born just to die,
To suffer for me and for you.
In a town, far away
Cross the miles, so they say,
A man the crowds came to see,
And He told of God's love,
And the mansions above,
That are waiting for you and for me.
On a hill, far away,
Cross the miles so they say,
The wonder of God's Love was shown
He was hung on a cross,
He was some mother's loss,
And he suffered for you and for me.
In a town, far away
Cross the miles, so they say,
A baby was born just like you,
And he's coming some day,
For all those who pray,
He's coming, for you and for me.
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I think it is beautiful.
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