Touro louro louro! The cocks are crowing, Though there is no dawning light,
For the stars are brightly glowing In the Holy Land to night.
“Who’ll walk with me?” (“Not I, not I”) “Who’ll walk with me?” (“Not I, not I”)
Oh, come now, no, come now.
Should I ne’er return a gain, Say the sev’n Psalms in remembrance.
A lack a-day (A lack a-day)
Like a lonely, wayward child Alone I go (alone I go).
Touro louro louro! The winds are blowing, Making fingers blue with cold,
Trudging wearily I’m going, Suff’ring miseries untold.
“I must find rest,” (“No rest for you.”) “I must find rest!” (“No rest for you.”)
Oh, come now, good farmer,
Let me in for just one night. In the barn I would be sleeping.
And if you don’t, where can I go?
If you’re unkind, no rest I’ll find No rest I’ll find, no rest I’ll find.
Touro louro louro! Now I’m happy, For I’ve found the manger here,
On the hay, inside the stable, Lies the wondrous child so dear.
“Why art thou sad?” (“Be strong and glad”) “Why art thou sad?” (“Be strong and glad”)
Oh, Mary! (“Oh, Mary!”)
All the world will praise thy name, For to us is born a Savior,
Saint Joseph too, blessings on you.
Let us unite in singing now To one we love, to one we love.