Sunday, 14 December 2008

Running Down to the Stable Bare

Three down, eleven to go. Arf.

If Bethlehem were here today, just as it was before
I'd run down to the stable bare and quietly push the door
And mother holds my hand and smiles, and whispers "Now take care"
I'd gently kiss the little boy and touch his golden hair
While Mary pulls the blankets back and gentle talk begin
I'd tip-toe very gently out and meet the Wise Men going in


(I love his little gesture at around the 2:15 mark, on the word "push".)

(Remember: poor audio is not reflective of how it sounds in the theatre. I hope. *shudders*)

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