What Child Is This (greensleeves) Lyrics - Wintersong - Sarah Mclachlan

What child is this, who, laid to rest 

On Mary's lap, is sleeping? 

Whom angels greet with voices sweet 

While shepherds watch are keeping? 

This, this is Christ the King 

Whom shepherds guard and angels sing 

Haste, haste to bring him praise 

The Babe, the Son of Mary 

So bring Him incense, gold, and myrrh 

Come peasant king to praise Him 

The King of kings, of glory brings 

Let loving hearts enthrone Him 

Raise, raise the song on high 

Let singing fill, the earth and sky 

Joy, joy, for Christ is born 

The Babe, the Son of Mary 

What child is this, who, laid to rest 

On Mary's lap, is sleeping? 

Whom angels greet with voices sweet 

While shepherds watch are keeping? 

This, this is Christ the King 

Whom shepherds watch and angels sing 

Haste, haste to bring him praise 

The Babe, the Son of Mary