The Baker woman in her humble lodge
received a grain of wheat from God.
For nine whole months the grain she stored 

Behold the handmaid of the Lord.
Make us the bread Mary, Mary
we need to be fed.

The Baker woman took the road which led
to Bethlehem the house of bread.
To knead the bread she laboured through the night, 

and brought it forth about midnight.
Bake us the bread Mary, Mary
we need to be fed.

She baked the bread for thirty years
by the fire of her love and the salt of her tears, 

by the warmth of her heart so tender and bright, 

and the bread was golden brown and white.
Bring us the bread Mary, Mary 

we need to be fed.

After thirty years the bread was done.
It was taken to the town by her only son; 

the soft white bread to be given free

to the hungry people of Galilee.
Give us the bread Mary, Mary 

we need to be fed.

For thirty coins the bread was sold,
and a thousand teeth so cold, so cold
tore it to pieces on a Friday at noon
when the sun turned black and red the moon.
Break us the bread Mary, Mary 

we need to be fed.

And when she saw the bread so white,
the living bread she had made at night,
devoured as wolves might devour a sheep, 

the baker woman began to weep.
Weep for the bread, Mary, Mary
Weep for the bread we need to be fed.

But the baker woman’s only son
appeared to his friends 

when three days had run on the road which to Emmaus led, 

and there she knew him in the breaking of bread.
Lift up your head, Mary, Mary.
Lift up your head for now we’ve been fed.