Bring Your Torches, Jeanette, Isabella 2 Lyrics

1. Bring your torches, Jeanette, Isabella,
Bring your torches, come hurry, and run!
It is Jesus, good folk of the village,
Christ is born, and Mary's calling;
Ah! Ah! Beautiful is the Mother!
Ah! Ah! Beautiful is her Son!

2. Skies are glowing, the night is cloudless,
Skies are glowing, come rise from your beds!
Hasten all who would see the dear Christ Child,
Shining and bright as yon lone star!
Run, run, Put on your finest garments!
Run, run! Presents for Jesus bring!

3. It is wrong, when the Baby is sleeping,
It is wrong to cry out so loud;
Silence, all, as you come near the stable,
Lest your noise should waken Jesus!
Hush! hush! Peacefully now He slumbers;
Hush, hush! Peacefully now He sleeps.