A Golden Tree

1. I dreamed I saw a golden tree
   With lustrous branches swaying;
   And pictures painted on each leaf
   Of kings and prophets praying.

Rise, rise the tender shoot,
The tree that springs from Jesse’s root.
Crown, crown sweet Mary’s child,
Who in her arms lies waiting.

2. A boy of lovely countenance
And pure of heart was chosen.
A gorgeous queen brought priceless gifts
To bless a king’s great wisdom.

Strike, strike the shepherd’s lyre...

Paul Williamson