Whither has He flown?
Wake, Miss Mary, wake my dear!
Mary’s all alone.
Nurse is standing by the bed,
In the morning grey:
“You’ve been dreaming, dear,” she said.
“And it’s Christmas Day.”
C. Bain
Whither has He flown?
Wake, Miss Mary, wake my dear!
Mary’s all alone.
Nurse is standing by the bed,
In the morning grey:
“You’ve been dreaming, dear,” she said.
“And it’s Christmas Day.”
C. Bain