These are the lyrics to a new carol Jools and I were commissioned to write for the children’s choir at Bath Abbey. The music is wonderful.
There were many things in my mind when I wrote them. Foremost was not the nativity, but the later Mary, running for her life with her baby. Like the Kurdish women, and all the other fugitives across the world.
Sleep my darling, sleep my little one;
Toes curled gentle in my hand.
Sleep my darling, sleep my little one,
Stranger in a stranger’s land.
In the wind
The snow is blowing
Dancing in the
Winter air..
Sleep, my darling, sleep, my little one,
Do not fear the winter’s cold.
Sleep, my darling, sleep, my little one,
Child in a world grown old.
In the wind
The snow is blowing
Every crystal
Fragile, rare..
Sleep, my darling, sleep, my little one,
I am watching over you.
Sleep, my darling, sleep, my little one,
You will make the world anew.
Sleep..
Sleep…
Sleep…
In the wind
The snow is blowing
Dancing in the
Winter air..
