Long the Night

Long the night but kind the dawn in Bethlehem when her son was born.
She touched his side and stroked his head as she gently laid him to bed.
She held his hands, she kissed his feet, she sang to see a sight so sweet in excelsis

In the hills the iron lay that men would beat into nails one day,Where the thorn tree roots go down that men would twist to a crown.In the wood where an axe would ring to cut a cross that would bear a king,Mary’s voice rose from afar in excelsis gloria.

Ukranian melody