Old Waits Carol

The moon shines bright and the stars give a light
A little before it is day
The Lord our God He for-gave us
And bids us awake and pray
The life of man is but a span
And cut down in its flower
We're here to-day, to-morrow gone
The creatures of an hour
To-day you may be alive and well
Worth many a thousand pound;
To-morrow dead and cold as clay
Your corpse laid underground

With one turf at thine head, O man
And another at thy feet;
Thy good deeds and thy bad, O man
Will all together meet
My song is done, I must be gone
I can stay no longer here;
God bless you all, both great and small
And send you a joyful new year