x E
the horse's hay beneath his head
A
our Lord was born to a manger bed
F#m
that all whose wells run dry
A F#m E
could drink of his supply
E
to keep him warm, the sheep drew near
A
so grateful for His coming here
F#m
come with news of grace
A F#m E
come to take my place
E
the donkey whispered in his ear
A
"child, in 30-some-odd years
F#m
you'll ride someone who looks like me
A F#m E
untriumphantly"
E
the cardinals warbled a joyful song
A
he'll make right what man made wrong
F#m
bringing low the hills
A F#m E
that the valleys might be filled
E
then "child", asked the birds
A
"well, aren't they lovely words we sing?"
F#m
the tiny baby lay there
A F#m E
without saying anything
E
at a distance stood a mangy goat
A
with the crooked teeth and a matted coat
F#m
weary eyes and worn
A F#m E
chipped and twisted horns
E
thinking "maybe I'll make friends someday
A
with the cows and the hens in the rambouillet
F#m
but for now, I'll keep away
A F#m E
I've got nothing smart to say"
E
there's a sign on the barn in the cabbage town
A
"when the rain picks up and the sun goes down
F#m
sinners, come inside
A F#m E
with no money, come and buy
E
no clever talk, nor a gift to bring
A
requires our lowly, lovely king
F#m
come you, empty handed,
A F#m E
you don't need anything"
[the solo is tremolo picking
listen to the song to figure out the pattern of how long
to pick each note}
e---------------11-------------------------|
B--14-16--17-16---16-14--------------------|
G------------------------------------------|
D------------------------------------------|
A------------------------------------------|
E------------------------------------------|
E
and the night was cool and clear as glass
A
with the sneaking snake in the garden grass
F#m
deep cried out to deep
A F#m E
the disciples fast asleep
E
and the snake perked up when he heard You ask
A
"if you're willing that this cup might pass
F#m
we could find our way back home
A F#m E
maybe start a family all our own"
E
"but does not the Father guide the Son?
A
not my will, but yours be done.
F#m
what else here to do?
A F#m E
what else for me, but You?"
E
and the snake who'd held the world
A
a stick, a carrot and a string
F#m
was crushed beneath the foot
A F#m E
of your not wanting anything
