I am the Gift, I am the Poor,
I am the Man of this night.
I am the Son of God in the door,
On Monday seeking the gifts.
Noble is Bride the gentle fair on her knee,
Noble the King of glory on her breast.
Son of the moon, Son of the sun
Great Son of Mary of God-like mind.
A cross on each right shoulder,
I am in the door, open thou.
I see the hills, I see the strand,
I see angels heralding on high.
I see the dove shapely, benign,
Coming with kindness and friendship to us.
A. Carmaicheal ~ Carmina Gadelica
Testo originale pubblicato 15 giu 2015 su www.mandalaweb.info