Greensleeves - - Ray Conniff

What child is this

Who lay to rest

On Mary’s lap is sleeping

Whom angels greet with anthem sweet

While Shepard’s watch our keeping

This, this is Christ the King

Whom Shepard’s guard and angels sing

Haste, haste to bring him grace

The babe, the son of Mary

So bring him incense, gold, and myrrh

Come peasant King to own him

The King of Kings salvation brings

Let loving hearts enthrone him

This, this is Christ the King

Whom Shepard’s guard and angels sing

Haste, haste to bring him grace

The babe, the son of Mary

This, this is Christ the King

Whom Shepard’s guard and angels sing

Haste, haste to bring him grace

The babe, the son of Mary

The babe, the son of Mary