In a cold tiny cave
On the edge of the town
A baby was born
Who in history went down.
In a manger with straw
in a cold tiny cave
The baby laid crying
By the gifts the kings gave.
The mother of the baby
In the manger with straw
Was only in town
Because of a law.
Off to sleep she did nod
The mother of the baby
Tired from the birth laid
By the manger, maybe.
She was safe when
Off to sleep she did nod
Because she knew in her heart
That the child was God.
1997.