O Magnum Mysterium (Motet)
The Sixteen
5:21Moon! Keep wide thy golden ears! Hearken, stars! And hearken, spheres! Hearken, thou eternal sky, I sing an infant's lullaby, A pretty lullaby. Listen, listen, listen, listen, Glisten, glisten, glisten, And hear my lullaby. Though the rushes that will make Its cradle still are in the lake, Though the linen that will be Its swathe, is on the cotton tree Though the woollen that will keep It warm, is on the silly sheep Listen, starlight, listen, listen, Glisten, glisten, glisten, And hear my lullaby.