Paroles de What Child Is This
Josh Groban25505
What Child is this, who laid to rest,
On Mary's lap sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet
The Babe, the Son of Mary.
So bring Him incense, gold and myrth;
Come peasant, king to own Him.
The King of Kings salvation brings;
Let loving hearts enthrone Him.
This, this is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing.
Haste, haste to bring Him laud,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.
Oh raise, oh raise, the song on high,
His mother sings her lullaby;
Joy oh joy for Christ is born,
The Babe, the Son of Mary!
This, this is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing.
Haste, haste to bring Him laud,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.
What Child is this, who laid to rest,
On Mary's lap, on Mary's lap sleeping?
This, this is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing.
Haste, haste to bring Him laud,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.
The Babe, the Son of Mary.
The Son of Mary.
InterprèteJosh Groban
LabelThis Compilation P2017 Reprise Records
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