Babe Jesus lay in Mary's lap, br The sun shone in his hair; br And this was how she saw, mayhap, br The crown already there. br br For she sang: 'Sleep on, my little king; br Bad Herod dares not come; br Before thee sleeping, holy thing, br The wild winds would be dumb.' br br 'I kiss thy hands, I kiss thy feet, br My child, so long desired; br Thy hands will never be soiled, my sweet; br Thy feet will never be tired.' br br 'For thou art the king of men, my son; br Thy crown I see it plain! br And men shall worship thee, every one, br And cry, Glory! Amen!' br br Babe Jesus he opened his eyes wide- br At Mary looked her lord. br Mother Mary stinted her song and sighed; br Babe Jesus said never a word.