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