Letras
I was born in Bethlehem
Two thousand years have passed since then
And I've done what I can to be there when a man can't find a friend
On the streets of Bethlehem
As the story always said
We were trying to find a bed
It was cold, I was late, and we stood
Outside the locked gate of the inn
Until the kindness of strangers let us in
To a stable round the back
Little more than a shack
Where my sweet mother meek and mild, and herself only a child
Gave her best, then took her rest
At the door then came a knock
Shepherds who had quit their flock
With their eyes round with fear, Daddy
Jumped up and cried, "get out of here"
But mother stilled him and bid them draw near
I was there but couldn't see
The unfolding mystery
Kings with their presents of gold, myrrh, and frankincense
Who set them before the lamb
'Neath the star of Bethlehem
I was born in Bethlehem
It's been two thousand years since then
But I've done what I can to be there when a man can't find a friend
I was born in Bethlehem