Letras
Joseph was an old man and an old man was he
When he married Virgin Mary, the Queen of Galilee
As Mary and Joseph were walking one day
To an orchard of cherry trees they chanced for to stray
Then Mary said to Joseph, so meek and so mild
Pick me some cherries, Joseph, for I am with child
But Joseph grew angry, so angry grew he
Let the father of your baby gather cherries for thee
Then up spoke Lord Jesus from in his mother's womb
Bow low down, cherry trees, bow down to the ground
And the cherry trees they bowed down, bowed low to the ground
And Mary gathered cherries while Joseph stood around
Then Joseph took Mary all upon his right knee
Come tell me, pretty baby, when your birthday shall be
On the fifth day of January my birthday shall be
And the stars and the heavens shall all bow down to me