The Gift That Keeps On Giving

the gift that keeps on giving

is coming to my house

like a wild deer at my doorway

he was suddenly so close

the beams are made of cedar wood

the rafters made of fir

the garden hols a fountain

honeycomb and myrrh

i walked along the broadways

looking for my love

i asked among the watchmen

have you seem my love?

promise not to wake him sisters

let him sleep his time

he comforts me with apples

sucourrs me with wine

holy night blessed daylight

you are my true delight