Legend Of The Cherry Tree
A Christmas Poem by Author UnknownJoseph was an old man,
And an old man was he,
And he married Mary
The Queen of Galilee.
When Joseph was married,
And Mary home had brought,
Mary proved with child,
And Joseph knew it not.
Joseph and Mary walked
Through a garden gay,
Where the cherries they grew
Upon every tree.
O, then bespoke Mary,
With words both meek and mild,
"O, gather me cherries, Joseph,
They run so in my mind."
And then replied Joseph,
With his words so unkind,
"Let him gather thee cherries,
That got thee with child."
O, then bespoke our Savior,
All in His mother's womb,
"Bow down, good cherry tree,
To My mother's hand."
The uppermost sprig
Bowed down to Mary's knee,
"Thus you may see, Joseph,
These cherries are for me."
"O, eat your cherries, Mary,
O, eat your cherries now,
O, eat your cherries, Mary,
That grow upon the bow." Legend Of The Cherry Tree
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