The Bird of Christ

Holy, Holy, Holy

Christ upon the cross

My little nest was near

Hidden in the moss

Holy, Holy, Holy

Christ was pale and wan

His eyes beheld me singing

Bron, Bron, mo Bron, Bron!

Holy, Holy, Holy

"Come near, O wee brown bird!"

Christ spake, and lo, I lighted

Upon the Living Word

Holy, Holy

I heard the mocking scorn!

But Holy, Holy, Holy

I sang against a thorn!

Holy, Holy, Hol

Ah, his brow was bloody

Holy, Holy, Holy

All my breast was ruddy

Holy, Holy, Holy

"Christ's bird shalt thou be"

Thus said Mary Virgin

There on Calvary

Holy, Holy, Holy

A wee brown bird am I

Holy, Holy, Holy

For I saw Christ die