Lyrics:
amid despair
We slumber safely 'til the morrow
Though e'en by men outcast reviled
Oh maiden
See a maiden sorrow
Oh mother hear a suppliant child
counting your blessings
I think about a nursery and I picture curly heads
And one by one I count them as they slumber in their beds
If you're worried
Lullaby and good night, with roses bestride,
With lilies bedecked. 'neath Baby's sweet bed.
May thou sleep, may thou rest, may thy slumber be
Imma fucking take the world, I take the world by storm
Issa Scorn, Issa Scorn, Issa Scorn
I just hate the fact that I was born, Scorn
Issa Scorn
What
that isn't torn
A heart that will not harden
A place that I can be born
In my secret garden
A rose without a thorn
A lover without scorn
If I
counting your blessings
I think about a nursery and I picture curly heads
And one by one I count them as they slumber in their beds
If you're worried
simplicity
But rather try to love him all the more
Scorn not his simplicity
Oh no
Oh no
Only he knows how to face the future hopefully
Surrounded by
counting your blessings
I think about a nursery and I picture curly heads
And one by one I count them as they slumber in their beds
If you're worried
blessings
I think about a nursery and
I picture curly heads
And one by one I count them
As they slumber in their beds
If you're worried and you can't sleep
counting your blessings
I think about a nursery and I picture curly heads
And one by one I count them as they slumber in their beds
If you're worried
Slumber slumber O my darling baby
gently rocked by mother s gentle hand
softly rest and safely slumber
while she swings thee by this cradle
enucleation, loss of a civilization
Came to extinction
Awaken by Pilate's hammer
The last free souls are
drown out from slumber
Enlighten by Nero's fire
counting your blessings
I think about a nursery and I picture curly heads
And one by one I count them as they slumber in their beds
If you're worried
counting your blessings
I think about a nursery and I picture curly heads
And one by one I count them as they slumber in their beds
If you're worried
there) with a load (he's there)
That's when Jesus is a comforter (to my soul)
Well you may scorn me turn your back on me
God's got his arms wrapped
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
(O tidings of comfort and joy)
(Comfort and joy o
gone and leave me to sorrow and moan.
Last night in sweet slumber I dreamed I did see,
Last night in sweet slumber I dreamed I did see,
My own
fortune
Of selfishness and greed
An ode to self destruction
A long forgotten seed
Scorn,
Mother Earth
She lay
Betrayed by herself
And under
The gaze
Milked such blood
To fare thee lost from all but whey
And awaken the sea I light
Our slumbers save the sleep
Wherefore we climb
As Atlas
Slumber slumber O my darling baby
Gently rocked by Mother's gentle hand
Softly rest and safely slumber
While she swings thee by this cradle band
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
(O tidings of comfort and joy)
(Comfort and joy o
the weather
But
Time flies by
When we slumber
Our past dies
As we slumber
Sleep soundly
Just sleep
Slumber
Restless waters
Frozen in winter
Run away
Running in
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
(O tidings of comfort and joy)
(Comfort and joy o
Jewry,
This blessed Babe was born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
(O tidings
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