Bring a torch, Jeanette, Isabella

Bring a torch, Jeanette, Isabella,
Bring a torch, to the cradle run!
It is Jesus, good folk of the village;
Christ is born and Mary's calling:
Ah! ah! beautiful is the mother,
Ah! ah! beautiful is her Son!

It is wrong when the Child is sleeping,
It is wrong to talk so loud;
Silence, all, as you gather around,
Lest your noise should waken Jesus:
Hush! hush! see how fast He slumbers;
Hush! hush! see how fast He sleeps.

Hasten now, good folk of the village;
Hasten now the Christ Child to see.
You will find Him asleep in the manger;
Quietly come and whisper softly,
Hush!... hush! Peacefully now He slumbers.
Hush! hush! Peacefully now He sleeps.

Softly to the little stable,
Softly for a moment come;
Look and see how charming is Jesus,
How He is warm, His cheeks are rosy!
Hush! hush! see how the Child is sleeping;
Hush! hush! see how He smiles in dreams.