Mick Swithinbank - In freezing winter night - текст песни (слова)

Behold a silly tender babe in freezing winter night
 In homely manger trembling lies, alas, a piteous sight! 
 The inns are full; no man will yield this little pilgrim bed, 
 But forced he is with silly beasts in crib to shroud his head. 
 This stable is a prince's court, this crib his chair of state, 
 The beasts are parcel of his pomp, the wooden dish his plate. 
 The persons in that poor attire his royal liv'ries wear; 
 The Prince himself is come from heav'n: this pomp is prized there. 
 With joy approach, O Christian wight, do homage to thy king, 
 And highly praise his humble pomp, which He from Heav'n doth bring.