Nativity
A man and a woman
Travelling by,
"Please, somewhere to stay!"
We hear them cry,
But they find no room
However they try
In Bethlehem.
Now, even the inn
(Where there's ALWAYS a bed)
Is full
With many a sleepy head,
All comfy and cosy,
Warm and fed
In Bethlehem.
The innkeeper sighs,
"It's so very sad
But we've run out of rooms
And there's none to be had,
I'm sorry your luck
Has turned to the bad
In Bethlehem".
"So you turned them away?"
Says the innkeeper's wife,
"That girl, she is barely clinging to life:
No, we won't be the cause
Of her pain - or her strife -
In Bethlehem!"
"Put the donkey outside
And tidy the sheep
And cover the window
So people don't peep,
But first tell that couple
They've somewhere to sleep
In Bethlehem."
"You mean the stable?"
"Of course, you great clot,
Oh, don't just stand there,
Now off you trot,
SHE'S HAVING A BABY!
So see where they've got to
In Bethlehem."
The innkeeper's wife,
She plumps up the straw,
She bids them good night
And she closes the door.
She pities the couple
So helpless and poor
In Bethlehem.
Later that night,
A camel bell peels,
There are sheep in the street,
And a wise man kneels,
And for some strange reason
It's joy that she feels
In Bethlehem.
"Good gracious!" she gasps
And she stifles a cry,
There is heavenly singing
And angels on high,
There's a beautiful star
And it's blazing right by
In Bethlehem.
The innkeepers stare
And they know they must go
To the crowd that has gathered,
Has gathered below.
Though it's deep in the night,
The street's all aglow
In Bethlehem.
And over the years
They remember the light,
The shepherds, the angels,
The star so bright,
And they think of the child
On that wonderful night
In Bethlehem.