Quoi, Ma Voisine, Es-tu Fachee? Lyrics - Jane Siberry

Neighbor, what has you so excited? Do tell me please 

Haven't you heard a child is born that all want to see? 

Son of a pure and modest virgin, Mary's her name 

They say, her baby is the savior prophets proclaim 

I would be pleased to go with you so likely I'll go 

But can we take our time to see him? Shop on the road? 

Have you some cake to take the infant? Sugar-plums, too? 

I'm sure that Mary's house is lovely, tidy and new 

I am afraid that you're mistaken, wrong as can be 

This blessed maiden has no splendid rich place to stay 

For she lies within a wretched stable, dirty and poor 

There is no table for your presents, only the floor 

Surely she has a warm soft cradle there for the child 

One has to rock and calm an infant so weak and so mild 

What sort of guards and servants has she to give her aid? 

Cannot the heavenly father's power help the poor maid? 

All they could think to find for a cradle, a manger bed 

Bundle of dusty, dry straw to pillow his head 

Joseph, her husband, he cares for Mary best as he can 

In place of servant, ox and donkey are looking on 

Traveling tires me and this journey seems a long way 

Only to see a new-born baby lying on hay 

Maybe you shepherds find excitement in this affair 

But I am used to things much better in which to share 

You must not talk that way, my neighbor, mark what I say 

Upon my honor, this is our savior born on this day 

It is his choice to come so humbly there in a stall 

Granting his power and grace so gently to one and all 

O blessed mother, free us all from arrogant pride 

May we, when life on earth is ended,hasten to your side 

Daring to hope you will present us to your dear son 

And that we'll gain the bliss and joy of paradise won