Advent 20

As it fell out on a cold winter day, the drops of
rain did fall. Our Savior asked leave of his
mother, Mary, if He might go play at ball.

"Go up the hill," His mother said,
"and there you will find three jolly
children. But let me hear no complaint of You when
You come home again."

But the children said, "We are royal sons and
we will not play at ball, For You are but a poor
maid's child, born in an oxen stall."

"If you are Lord's and Ladies' sons and you
will not play at ball. I'll build you a bridge of
the beams of the sun to play upon us all."

And He built them a bridge of the beams of the sun
and over the pools they played, all three, And the
mothers called, "Mary, call home your
child," their eyes all drowned in tears.

Mary mild (Mary mild, Mary mild), Mary mild (Mary
mild) called home her Child. And when she asked
Him, "Why?" Said He, "Oh, I built
them a bridge of the beams of the sun so they
would play at ball with me. So they would play
with me."