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The Horse's hay beneath his head Our Lord was born to a manger bed That all whose wells run dry could drink of his supply To keep him warm the Sheep drew near, So grateful for his coming here: You come with news of grace, Come to take my place! The Donkey whispered in his ear: Child, in thirty-some-odd years, You'll ride someone who looks like me (Untriumphantly) While the Cardinals warbled a joyful song: He'll make right what man made wrong Bringing low the hills That the valley might be filled! Then Child, asked the birds, Well, aren't they lovely words we sing? The tiny Baby lay there Without saying anything At a distance stood a mangy Goat With crooked teeth and a matted coat, Letras de cancionesWeary eyes and worn, chipped & twisted horns Thinking: Maybe I'll make friends some day With the Cows in the pens and the Rambouillet, But for now I'll keep away - I got nothin' smart to say But there's a sign on the barn in Cabbagetown: WHEN THE RAIN PICKS UP AND THE SUN GOES DOWN, SINNER, COME INSIDE! WITH NO MONEY, COME AND BUY NO CLEVER TALK NOR GIFT TO BRING REQUIRES OUR LOWLY, LOVELY KING COME, ALL EMPTYHANDED YOU DON'T NEED ANYTHING The night was cool and clear as glass With a sneaking Snake in the garden grass Deep cried out to Deep, The Disciples, fast asleep The snake perked up when he heard you ask: If You're willing that this cup might pass I could find my way back home, Maybe start a family all my own...but Does not the Father guide the Son? Not my will but Yours be done! What else here to do? What else me but You??? And the snake who'd held the world, A stick, a carrot and a string Was crushed beneath the Foot of Your not wanting Anything From Letras Mania