Hush, little baby, don't say a word,
for Herod's men are coming with death in their swords.
Hush, little baby don't make a sound,
the darkness covers us; grief all around.

Voices sound in the town of Ramah;
wail of lament.
Rachel weeping for her children,
she says 'no, no, no,' for consolation,
for her babies, her babies, they are no more.

Hush, little baby...

The king is born but death surrounds him,
the light has come in darkness.
Are we pawns on this stage of horror?
There is no, no, no sense in it all.
A joke to die for?

Hush, little baby...

Herod's men are coming, Herod's men have come.
Herod's men are coming, Herod's men have come. (repeat)

Hush little baby don't say a word, you don't say a word.
You don't say a word. No more.

Sunil Chandy
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