lyrics
The Cherry Tree
Joseph was an old man, an old man was he,
When he married sweet Mary, Queen of Galilee
Joseph and Mary walked through an orchard grove
With trees full of cherries, red as any rose
And up spoke young Mary, so meek and so mild,
“Oh, pick me cherries, Joseph, for I am with child”
Then Joseph flew in anger, in anger flew he,
“Let the father of your baby gather cherries for thee”
Then up spoke the baby, all in Mary’s womb,
“Bow low, you cherry tree, let my mother have some”
And all the tallest branches bowed low to her knee,
And Mary picked cherries by one, two and three.
Now Mary had a young son that she held on her knee,
“Come tell me my baby, what will this world be?”
Oh I shall be dead as stones in the wall
Oh the stones in the street, they shall mourn for me all
And then on a Wednesday my vow I will make
And then on a Friday my death I will take
On Easter Day mother, my rising shall be
Oh the sun and the moon shall uprise with me
credits
released December 19, 2020
Traditional, arranged by Sairie
Artwork by Sian Griffin
Recorded in separation, mixed and mastered at Crow Studios
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