"Il a été mon maître"
Don't' blow the tall white candle out
But leave it burning bright
So that they'll know they‘re welcome here
This Holy Christmas night.
Leave out the bread and meat for them'
And sweet milk for the child,
And they will bless the fire, that baked
And, too, the hands that toiled.
For Joseph will be travel-tired,
And Mary pale and wan,
And they can sleep a little while
Before they journey on ~.