O Men from the Fields

O Men from the Fields - George Beverly Shea

Lyrics by：Traditional

Composed by：Traditional

O men from the fields

Come gently within

Tread softly softly

O men coming in

For m'mhurnin is going

From me and from you

Where Mary will fold him

With mantle of blue

From reek of the smoke

And cold of the floor

And peering of things

Across the half-door

O men from the fields

Softly softly come through

Mary puts round him

Her mantle of blue