Quiet songs

maggy and milly and molly and may
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You are with me
And I am with you
I surely would die
If that were not true.

Here/ Is home
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For this your mother sweated in the cold,
For this you bled upon the bitter tree:
A yard of tinsel ribbon bought and sold;
A paper wreath; a day at home for me. 
The merry bells ring out, the people kneel;
Up goes the man of God before the crowd;
With voice of honey and with eyes of steel
He drones your humble gospel to the proud. 
Less than the wind that blows
Are all you words to us you died to save. 
O Prince of Peace! O Sharon's dewy Rose! 
How mute you lie within your vaulted grave. 
The stone the angel rolled away with tears
Is back upon your mouth these thousand years.

Because it is the day of Palms
Carry a palm for me,
Carry a palm in Santa Chiara
And I will watch the sea.
[ There are no palms in Santa Chiara
To-day or any day for me.]1

I sit and watch the little sail
Lean side-ways on the sea,
The sea is blue from here to Sorrento
And the sea-wind comes to me
[And]1 I see the white clouds lift from Sorrento
And the dark sail lean upon the sea.

I have grown tired of all these things,
And what is left for me?
I have no place in Santa Chiara
There is no peace upon the sea.
But carry a palm in Santa Chiara,
Carry a palm for me.

Hush, lullaby
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