Texty:
Loreena Mckennitt A Winter Garden

Lully, lulla, thou little tiny child By by, lully, lullay, thou little tiny child By by, lully lullay O sisters too, how may we do For to preserve this

round about Deep and crisp and even Brightly shone the moon that night Though the frost was cruel When a poor man came in sight Gath'ring winter fuel "

along the height, And denser still the snow A gathering weight on roof and tree, Falls down scarce audibly The meadows and far-sheeted streams Lie still without a